One of the greatest things about being a journalist is you get to be in places others have never imagined.
That's how I found myself Saturday morning where 3,000 bicyclists whooshed past me while I took photos to document the start of the 39th annual Chequamegon Mountain Bike Festival, a 19-mile race through hills of the Wisconsin Northwoods.
Colleagues told me about the "whoosh" and for about five minutes the bikers created a stiff breeze as they raced past while I clicked away.
The riders don't look like they're racing here but at the beginning, in downtown Hayward, they're waiting for the turns of the downtown to give way to the open road and later the off-road trails used for the Birkebeiner cross country ski tournament.
But they were moving fast enough to make the wind blow through my hair -- both of them.
Peace unto Ukraine and may the breeze of a thousand cyclists tousle your hair and offer you peace.