WILD IS THE WIND
Wind is priced into a British bike ride. While you might be lucky enough to ride with the absence of wind on a handful of days each year, the question really is about the severity of it. Outings where flags sag around their poles and smoke rises in a perfect vertical line seldom happen. To borrow a well-worn football analogy, our usually circular routes are a game of two halves, with the wind blowing into your face as often as it’s giving a helping hand on your back.
How many of us would say we enjoy the wind? Other than the riders of the Quick-Step Alpha Vinyl team, carving up the Spring Classics in Belgium, I’d imagine it’s few. But how many of us can also honestly say that we’ve no wind-assisted segment records on our Strava profiles? Wind is at the same time our worst enemy and best friend.
Speaking of friends, and moving beyond bike rides, wind is a strong ally in our fight to
