Woody & My IBF

You bet. This was the large sign at the state line. The wind became, uh, brisk. I had flashbacks of slip in airplane maneuvers and eddies in paddling. Unfortunately, Woody gets slammed around, but doesn't have enough room on the Interstate to position himself diagonally. We were blasted by big trucks going by. The positive thing is that we take a good draft from said trucks after they pass us.