Apparently Chicago is called “The Windy City” not because of the wind blowing off of Lake Michigan, but because of the hot wind blowing from politician’s mouths.
Wellington is called “Windy Welly” because it’s insanely windy.
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I had a fairly windy ride getting in to Napier, but it was nothing compared to the endless, gusting, hurricane-force winds I rode through when I left. The worst thing about it wasn’t the huge gusts, but the fact that it could make a 180 degree change in direction at the drop of a hat, forcing me to make a quick change in the angle of the bike to compensate for it and sliding clear across the lane, hoping I wouldn’t be blown either off the road or into oncoming traffic. Mile for mile, I can’t think of a more exhausting day of riding (on paved roads, at least)
This is just south of Napier, in Hastings…I took a quick ride up Te Mata peak, and yes, it was windy as hell on the top
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a pat on a motorcycle 