Not Augusta as in the capital city of Maine. I mean, “augusta” wind forced me to get off my bicycle and walk!

Maybe it’s lucky I wasn’t on a “fixie“. A single-speed bicycle might not have let me keep going against that wind as far as I did; which really wasn’t all that far. Maybe it was 3.5 miles; but during the final mile, the wind was directly against me. It started blowing so hard that I could barely make 5 mph. Riding in the drops might have helped; but when the breeze gets that strong, I don’t feel confident in the drops.

With about a half-mile still to before I could get down off the levee, I was getting very tired; and my arms were wearing out. It’s a good thing I had turned for home when I did! I might have gone a mile or two farther, but the clouds in a westerly direction looked like they were building up; and they looked stormy. Mindful of the forecast for heavy rain, I decided not to push my luck. 

I brought along a poncho in case it began to pour before I could get back home. I’m glad it didn’t; that old poncho that I have flaps like crazy in the wind; and it’s even harder to make any headway under such circumstances.

Now that I’m home, I don’t care if augusta wind comes along, as long as it doesn’t down the power lines!