As if being the “Windy City” isn’t bad enough, the wind is always in your face.
A couple years back we went to Chicago so my wife could run the Chicago Marathon. We stayed with friends in a highrise and the weather was nice. I commented to our Chicago friend that it must be hell commuting to work in the winter. Well, she said she goes down the elevator to the underground garage, gets in her car and drives to the underground garage at her work. Then takes the elevator up to work. Basically, never has to be outside at all.
Here in Norfolk, we have our summer 95/95 days. 95 degrees/95% humidity. One weatherman calls it “air you can wear.” I was rying to cut my gasoline bill by driving my “toy” instead of my truck. The “toy” is a 69 VW beetle convertible. No A/C, but you’d think having the top down would be great. Until you realize that you’re sitting there in traffic getting a sunburn in your car. And the sweat doesn’t evaporate, the air’s too wet.
Why didn’t this type of weather bother me when I was a teenager, working 10 hours a day picking tobacco?