Wind-blasted

San Francisco has had more windy days recently than I remember from previous Junes that I've spent in the City (although I could be mis-remembering). It seems like every time I take my son out somewhere, especially after 2 pm in the afternoon, we're blasted by wind as soon as we leave the car. He seems to like it in a way: he scrunches up his face and either looks exhilarated or just surprised, I can't quite tell. He doesn't voice any complaint, at least. We've had so much inclement weather over the past several months that I think it's toughened him, in a way. Or maybe he just doesn't know any better.