The musings of a kid colliding with middle age with the grace of an angry hippo, racing, on ice.
Doing it all the hard way...
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Day two in France
A brute of a day. Still on the vintage French bike with vintage French pedals and gearing not suited for climbing.
Something between seventy and eighty miles eleven thousand five hundred feet of climbing. We finished on Alp d'Huez. In all my year of imaging climbing Alp d'Huez I never imagined riding uphill into a headwind. More later.