While getting on my bike this morning, it lunged forward when it was hit with a gust of wind from behind. Like a horse running back to the barn, my bike is going to Ushuaia, with our without me.
This might be our fastest day yet. We flew into Río Grande, covering our first 50 miles averaging 17mph.
Though in order to leave town we had to turn into the wind so it hit us from the side. WOW, I don’t know how the northbounders are biking into this. I guess this explains why many of them take buses through this section.
The wind is so hostile I had to get off and push. Imagine, pushing on a flat stretch of road! I used to think that it was an irrational fear to think the wind could sweep the bike out from under me. No way can it move our combined weight of 225 pounds. We are a tank!
Yes way, and it does. When the gusts hit, I can feel the tires sliding sideways across the pavement, into traffic. I HATE headwinds, but I have developed a healthy respect for crosswinds.
I walked the bike until the road turned again, and the wind hit us from behind. However the wind is so aggressive that it makes stopping very difficult. There is a constant sustained wind and then there are powerful explosive gusts. It’s the gusts that we have to be ready for. One time we stopped for a photo and while straddling the bike a gust hit me and knock the bike and I to the ground.