The windy city

A magical 17-ish miler south of IC today - groveling into the wind the whole way out, flying back in top gear. As I rolled into town I felt drops of rain through the vents in my helmet. A friendly motorcyclist squeezed past me at a stop light. On the way out, by the bridge on the bikepath that passes the waste treatment plant, I got behind some nondescript weaving slowly back and forth across the pavement, holding a mincing dog on a lead. He got over on the grass when he noticed me behind him. As I passed I looked back and I couldn't read the expression on his face - he was smiling, but like he was about to throw up.