Yeah … before the corn gets planted, the wind blows off Lake Michigan straight to where I am riding … and in strong gusts too. Once the corn is ~ feet tall or so … riding between fields is almost like riding in a tunnell. Pretty cool actually.
That’s my only thought going into the wind, “Be patient, we’re gonna fly after the turnaround.” It doesn’t last as long, but it sure is fun.
Not the El Paso I grew up in. the wind blew a lot in the spring. almost no other time, but the spring…WOW! May parents lived near the mountain and had a neighbor with an anemomter. The wind sometimes exceeed 120 mph in the spring windstorm. Way down in the valley where you are, the wind is WAY gentler.