In the windy Nederlands...

As I cycled down my street once more it occurred to me, as usual, “why must it always be so bloody windy??”
I am peacefully riding along the Mekelweg, the smooth bicycle lane flying past beneath my wheels. It is a little bit windy; a light breeze whipping my hair into my eyes (time for another haircut). Then comes a point somewhere between the IO faculty and the sports centre, where I must turn right down the scintillatingly named “Cornelis Debbelweg’. I know that TUDelft has a wind tunnel testing facility, and I wonder if this is it. Suddenly I am being faced with the breath of the arctic, blasting so strongly that I can feel my cheeks rippling. As I ride past the petrol station I am overtaken by an old man…walking. And I most dread the little ditch in the cobblestones just beyond the Shell station. Because on a particularly bad day, here my bicycle will roll to a complete halt, and I will have to perform the embarrassing acrobatics of standing on the pedals to try and get enough oomph to get myself out again.
At first I thought perhaps I was exaggerating by saying it is the windiest street in delft. But after three months I am 100% certain.
For a while I wondered why. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to it. After speculating aloud I was finally enlightened by a helpful nearby Dutch person.

It’s the tower.

Rivaled in uglification only by the UTS tower building, the electrical engineering tower looms above my house, looking down on me an expression of red and blue distaste. Unfortunately, with a Babel-like irony, the presence of this tower sets up localized hurricanes in its base, in the street that just so happens to be…Cornelis Debbelweg.
What I wonder though is, in a university full of architects, aerospace engineers and aerodynamics specialists…..how did this happen??