The Sonora Blues

I'm in the middle of my second week here in beautiful Sonora city in the bustling county of Sutton which lies in the grand state of Texas that was the 32nd member of the US of A.
I've ridden North and South on Hwy 277 and West bound on I-10 towards the golden coast, and my conclusion is this, the climate is as angry as an old man returning a bowl of soap. If the temperature rises above 50 degrees I'm on the road (this happens about 60% of the time), and when it does I do the popular Texan past-time, oil rigging. When I do ride, the wind is either at my back and I soar with the eagles, or it's in my face and I fly like the turkey, one of those abnormal farm raised ones. But the fauna is really cool, all the animals, (deer, sheep, goats, horses, pumpers, and truck drivers), have been friendly and considerate sharing their terrain and roads.

Yesterday's trip out to the caves, 50 degrees 8mph winds.
Distance: 15.65 miles
Max: 35 mph
Avg: 10 mph
Time: 1 hour and 26 minutes

Today's northbound 277 excursion, 60 degrees 10mph winds. One hour and 10 minutes north, then 30 minutes south.
Distance: 20.38 miles
Max: 35.5 mph
Avg: 11.9 mph
Time: 1 hour and 42 minutes