Tim entrusted his titanium and carbon bike to the mother of Jesus, but only for a few minutes. It seems there were some non-believers milling around.My legs felt great after an easy day. I was eager to jump on the bike.
Just keep pedaling.
Did the engineers from Disneyland design this place?We were in a groove now. Wake a little after seven, breakfast at seven thirty starting with coffee and croissants and then coffee and fruit then coffee and muesli, then coffee and cheese. Brush teeth, put on cycling costume and pack (didn't take long since all my shit was in my orange bag somewhere else on the planet. Drop my bag in the van, find my bike (or wheel them out from the daily "pit of despair" where they spent the night chained with a drawbridge sized chain. Stuff my pockets with fruit and bars, fill my bottles and start riding about nine.
Tunnels can be fun!The day was nice as it warmed up. We continued. France is a special place.
What do I say?
I went a little "Rapha" on this shot didn't I?
I arrived at the hamlet where our hotel was located. In typical Horst fashion, our hotel was the highest one!
Kevin, Brad, Sam, 2020 John, and Horst chowing down.Hottie found out they had found my orange bag! As if to bring the irony to a crescendo, they couldn't tell where it had been, but apparently it was now in Seattle. I've never been so happy to have my luggage twelve thousand kilometers away!
By the way, I have been wearing a pair of Assos bibs and they are working great. Since Assos has "Ass" right there in the name, you have to expect their shorts would be great. My Mavic jersey is doing a fine job as well.