Wasnt windy when I set off this morning... but MAN was it blowy after I was within a mile from work. I really struggled and in the end had to just give up and get off the bike. Walked around the corner to a quieter road and away from the headwind. Its almost as if someone is putting their hands on your chest and saying "where d'ya think you're going, my son?!" Add to that I'm knackered. Really doesnt help getting into work and having to graft because the private firm that bought us out has decided we dont need 4 staff on wash-up, we can "easily" make do with 2. They then moan that clean crockery isnt getting down to them. Dimwits. Oh and I had my first taste of canti-squeal today. Riding down hill, right at the bottom of the hill is a mini-rab, I go to brake and "AEEEEEAAAARRRRRRSSSSQQUEEELLLLL..!!" Scared the hell out of the driver in front of me.