Breeze With A Bite

I was blown off my bike today. The sun was out, the clouds were sparse, the city was bustling, and the wind was on a rampage.

During my ten minute ride to see a friend about going to Iceland, I was caught on my left side by a particularly harsh gust that obliterated my balance. My tires hit the curb at a moderate speed, maybe 10 mph, and I tried to stop myself, but to no avail. Next I was spinning on the sidewalk and a Danish man had stopped his bicycle to ask of my health. I'm really glad it wasn't rush hour and I wasn't on Nørrebrogade, cuz my tumble would have caused a pile-up worthy of the Tour de France. Biking in København is crazy in the heat of commute time! Everyone (mostly) has bells, and almost no one (including I) uses them.

As for the wind again, København just became the "Windy City." It hasn't yet been as strong as it was today, but it's never really gone either, no matter what time of day or what weather. Even out in Roskilde, far from the sea coast, I've been blown back down hills while riding to work. So, more appropriately, Denmark is the "Windy Country." Given my limited world travel experience, this title is probably prematurely assigned, but after today, I can credit this nation's weather with being the first climate to literally knock me down. Roadrash notwithstanding, the whole experience was exhilerating.