Have to say the most memorable was Sonoita to Bisbee, circa maybe 2006, and with Nancy and I doing the 6-mile climb up to the Mule Mountain tunnel on outskirts of Bisbee. There we were, doing all of 5-6 mph, and then came the wind. Not directly mind you, but only rustling through the cottonwoods ahead. Finally, wham, it hit us head on with a vengeance. I look to my right: There’s Nancy, actually moving backwards on her bike and trying desperately to bail. Luckily, we both were able, stood in tracks and just braved against the wind til it died down.
Have to say the most memorable was Sonoita to Bisbee, circa maybe 2006, and with Nancy and I doing the 6-mile climb up to the Mule Mountain tunnel on outskirts of Bisbee. There we were, doing all of 5-6 mph, and then came the wind. Not directly mind you, but only rustling through the cottonwoods ahead. Finally, wham, it hit us head on with a vengeance. I look to my right: There’s Nancy, actually moving backwards on her bike and trying desperately to bail. Luckily, we both were able, stood in tracks and just braved against the wind til it died down.