Memory Bank
I’d like to make a deposit please?

I remember how, during one of the many 45mph dust storms at Burning Man this last year, I was biking across the Playa with the wind at my back. I was going remarkably fast considering how little I was pedaling, and I realized that I could stop pedalling completely and be blown forward by the wind. If I slowed down at all, I simply raised my arms as a sail, and was propelled through the white-out as dust stung against the back of my legs. I tossed my head back and laughed out loud the for 10 minutes it took me to cross the mile-wide playa.