I Drove from my hotel in Sopron Hungary to Bratislava, Slovakia today. From my Hungarian hotel to the one I am in now, came to about 140km. Nothing. But having to ride those 140km in wind that was howling from every direction was a hell raising experience. At some points of my journey I was riding a dead straight road but my bike was leaning like it was a formula 1 GP bike. I am riding an XT Tenere which is a very tall dirt orientated machine that is not designed to incorporate substantial lean angles.
There was nothing I seemed to be able to do to make the riding easier. I was just being hit from left to right by gale force winds. The wind direction just did not seem to have any continuity. A full on front blast in the face, would shortly be exchanged by a full on side blast then from the other side. The one thing I did that made it more bearable was to ease up and try to relax. The wind loved blasting my rigid body but was not so good when I softened myself up. Relaxing your body in a situation like this was no easy task.
Enough quibbling, I made it, and know I write this from my Hostel in the city of Bratislava, Slovakia. The wind is said to be at it's worst tomorrow, so I will have a restful day in, and hopefully it will calm down in the next few days so I can make it on to Czechoslovakia.
Stay tuned.
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