Another crazy colonize Venus post. Maybe you could float around in a lighter than CO2 balloon thing. But those "whipping winds" mean about 200 miles/hour breezes at the cloud tops. And how would the craft hold up against sulfuric acid rain? Frederick Pohl poked a lot of fun at this pipe dream in his "Space Merchants'. Which was meant to be a satire on American hyper-optimism and grifting. In this sci-fi novel, it's an *advertising agency* that comes up with a campaign to convince Earthlings to live on our sister planet.