Old problem in a new location

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You know…it’s been a while.

A good long while. Since back in the I-40 and I-25 days.

Many years past.

Yes, today I had a moment of cellular memory.

We had an especially windy day in the Bay Area.

Sure, people talk about it being windy here, but they don’t know from wind. They don’t know about that gap between the Sandias and Manzanos channeling the wind, giving it force, and knocking you down in the parking lot.

They don’t know about tumbleweeds the size of a small house bouncing joyfully across the road with a velocity relatively equal to an overloaded Mack Truck coming out of the Glorieta Pass, air brakes screaming.

No, they don’t know.

But today came close.

As I drove home down 280 in the howling wind, my hands and arms moved without me. Took up the familiar position of about a 27 and a half degree angle turn on the steering wheel.

Turning into the wind in order to keep the car between the white lines.

And then…that moment when going under the overpass and wooop, for half a second you get a wind break and steer, steer, steer to keep from broadsiding the person next to you then you are out of the wind break and steer, steer, steer to keep from sliding off in the other direction.

My hands and arms didn’t need my brain to tell them what to do. They knew.

Honed and skilled by the unforgiving winds of the New Mexico desert. They knew.

The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind. (aw man! I can’t believe I *went there*!)

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  • Natalie

    MMmm… I’m feelin’ ya. Wednesday’s winds were so bad here that, as I was driving home (On Unser, heading south from Montano) All (and I totally mean ALL) of the sand, dirt, pebbles from the medians picked up and we had ourselves a bonafide windstorm. Couldn’t see the car in front of me; had to turn my lights on. I literally (not exagerating) had sand, rocks, pebbles on the hood of my car and I hit (read: exploded) several large tumbleweeds.
    Then I turned into my neighborhood and most of the sand, etc… blew off my truck.
    Or so I thought…
    I opened the car door and it rained sand all over me.
    From my westside vantage point, I couldn’t even see the Sandias.
    It was that bad.

    I’d rather it rain or snow or sleet but wind? No thanks!

    An hour later it was snowing.

    Ahhhhh…. (Spring) …Choooo!

  • Karen Fayeth

    Snow? Oh Natalie!!

    Didn’t know you were having the winds too. Ugh! If it was bad here it had to have been a hair short of a tornado over there.

    Nail yer lawn furniture down! :)

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