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After a few hours my hands and arms didn't really want to work in the cold but the really fun and entertaining part of I-70 was passing trucks and/or crossing a bridge in the wind. It didn't take long to figure out that if I wanted to live long enough to make it to Denver that I should not be on a bridge and anywhere near a truck: pass a truck or cross a bridge but not both at the same time!
Trying to not play tag with the big trucks took some timing and patience. The trucks were all heeled over to port and tacking dogtailed in the wind like segmented multi-ton sailing ships that would suddenly snap upright and straighten out and shift the other way when the wind cut or switched direction. The trailer(s) would swing around and try to bat me like a baseball, drive over me or pull me underneath and it was hard to stay upright and at least somewhere still in my lane and on the road as I cleared the front end of the tractor.
Crossing bridges was even more fun and a roll of the dice even without the trucks. When the wind goes over a bridge span and/or hits the concrete K-barriers it speeds up, slow downs, changes direction or all of the above all at the same time, lifting the me and the bike completely off of the pavement a few times and dropping us few feet in some random direction that was rarely still in my lane but mostly still on the road and, fortunately, still on top of the span.
Then there are those barricades every so many miles that are used to close off the Interstate and the huge signs with the flashing lights warning that when the road is closed, violators (read: survivors) will be prosecuted.
And it's really not even Winter yet....
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Trying to not play tag with the big trucks took some timing and patience. The trucks were all heeled over to port and tacking dogtailed in the wind like segmented multi-ton sailing ships that would suddenly snap upright and straighten out and shift the other way when the wind cut or switched direction. The trailer(s) would swing around and try to bat me like a baseball, drive over me or pull me underneath and it was hard to stay upright and at least somewhere still in my lane and on the road as I cleared the front end of the tractor.
Crossing bridges was even more fun and a roll of the dice even without the trucks. When the wind goes over a bridge span and/or hits the concrete K-barriers it speeds up, slow downs, changes direction or all of the above all at the same time, lifting the me and the bike completely off of the pavement a few times and dropping us few feet in some random direction that was rarely still in my lane but mostly still on the road and, fortunately, still on top of the span.
Then there are those barricades every so many miles that are used to close off the Interstate and the huge signs with the flashing lights warning that when the road is closed, violators (read: survivors) will be prosecuted.
And it's really not even Winter yet....
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