It’s Thursday afternoon. I cycle from our home, aiming for the port at Tel Aviv. The wind is blowing in my face.
I reach the port. I turn around, and head home. The wind is blowing in my face. How is that possible? What’s worse is that it is much stronger, and the return journey is painfully slow. So slow. Why does this happen? Grrrrr.
Yep, it’s the cyclists’ lament.