Is that the wind I hear?

I rode my bike into work today. No, not my bicycle, I'm not insane (too far), but the motorcycle. I have missed riding so much (because it's so damn cold) that I thought the 30 mph wind gusts would be "no big deal". Dee tried to tell me as I was getting dressed that I might want to step outside. I told her I could hear the wind and it wasn't that bad. First of all, if you can hear the wind, it is bad. No matter. I got all my gear on, got out in the barn and started her up. I got down to the corner, turned south. All was well, what a pleasant ride, I was telling myself. Got to Britton Road and thought I may as well cut across now since I work about 20 miles west. I make the turn, cruise up to about 60 and wham! Holy mother of God. 30 mph wind is apparently plenty windy. I could barely hear my ipod it was so windy (yes, I know that's illegal). I'm hanging on for dear life, thinking that this was indeed a stupid idea. And, in the back of my mind, I hear Dee saying, you might want to step outside. Well, I finally made it after trying to criss-cross south and west as much as I could to take a break from the wind. When I got to work, I called Dee and she said, "How was the ride?" "PERFECT" I said, "not that windy". Damn, 5 o'clock is going to be here before I know it. Better start praying now......