Winter training is beset by anxiety and obstacles. This year the chief obstacle has been the incessant rolling in of storms from the Atlantic, like tumultuous tumbleweed. There have been lulls between the frontal lows where the wind has dipped to a gentle 35mph.
In previous winters, the fear has always been the invisible evil of ice. This year has been comparatively ice-free, but the ferociousness of the wind has made up for any palpable absence of danger or worry. I rode out by the airport first thing; later on the planes were having fun. Here are some clips of yesterday’s gnarly crosswind action.
Riding home from work yesterday i was blown to the side of the road on a couple of occasions. it was quite entertaining. At one point i attempted a ninety degree right turn into the extended claws of the gale. I didn’t dare lift a hand to signal in case a gust threw me to the floor. I couldn’t clip in because i didn’t have sufficient momentum to get the pedal stroke going. It was quite entertaining for the car drivers waiting patiently (and I was grateful for them waiting patiently). I made it home in one piece. Windy weather always reminds me of this clip that went viral a couple of seasons ago.
The first race of the season beckons. I’m hoping the weather calms down a little bit. At some point before next Sunday i should perhaps have a look at the TT weapon and think about riding it.