The 45 mph gusts of yesterday convinced me to chicken out from the 60 mph gusts this morning. Therefore I waited till late after I got home from work and the wind had died down before hitting the road. Weekday nights are pretty quiet in Oklahoma City, especially after 10:30 at night on a Monday. I saw only two cars on my 30 minute ride. With the streets that quiet and the lights shining off the street, it’s like you are the last person left alive in the city. It’s at times like these that I truly remember how liberating biking can be . . .