Today I felt tired. Tired until the final sprint. I turned around and there it was – the thunderstorm from hell. And the tailwind to go with it. 60km in 2 hours to Cobar.
Thunderstorm
The wind was meant to be a tailwind, but it didn’t know what it wanted. The road undulated, climbing slowly towards Cobar. I didn’t have the energy to fight the wind, so I crawled along. I slept for half an hour at each of the rest stops.
The road to Cobar
Afternoon nap
The last rest stop was 62km from Cobar. I wanted to get a bit closer, and headed off around 5 to do a few kilometres before setting up camp.
Before long I turned around. Behind me was black. The friendly sky in front was not reflected behind. A big storm was rolling in. Suddenly the wind picked up. The air smelt of storm. The wind was 100% in the direction of Cobar. So I took it.
Travelling at 40kmh, I realised that Cobar was reachable this evening – and looking at the storm – I really should reach it.
For 2 hours I rode the wind. The undulations made no difference. The wind blew me up anything. I arrived in Cobar at 7. With all hotels booked, it’s airbnb for me.
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I love a tailwind, but that’s insane! 🙂
Tailwinds are awesome
Your storm tailwind is interesting. Sounds as though it could have been a microburst. This happens when the storm develops a strong downdraft at its centre. This pours vertically to the ground and then spreads out in all directions. In front of the storm it would be a tailwind for you. If you were in an aircraft and approaching to land under the storm you could suddenly find yourself with a tailwind. You would already be going slowly, and a sudden strong tailwind could drop your airspeed enough to lead to a stall. There have been crashes…
That sounds like a good explanation. It was certainly sudden and the tailwind to beat all tailwinds.