In the early hours of a Sunday afternoon in August, 300 or so of us randonneurs in the 5:30PM “G” group left the suburban confines and cheering crowds of St. Quentin-en-Yvelines bound for Brest. The nondescript tracts of concrete buildings soon gave way to the rolling terrain of countryside. Continue Reading
Riding 1230km across France within 90 hours (or less, depending on your start time) is a grueling affair. But even in my most enervated state, the charm of the rustic French villages never failed to captivate me.Continue Reading
Instead of doing the usual SFR Cloverdale Double Brevet Weekend (where you choose between riding a 300/200k or 200/200k combo) — TBO and I opted to tag along with Pudu (and his one-armed stuffed monkey sidekick), Kimber and John Guzik for a mellow, beer-infused ride with lots of stops at fine breweries.Continue Reading
So here we are. The LAST day. Should be noooo problem. Day 4 had the lowest mileage of the ride (150 miles), was pancake flat and maybe we’d even get some tailwinds for a change. Then again, this was supposed to be an “easier” 1200k and we were certainly disabused of that notion very quickly on Day 1. And the description on the website for the final day was suspiciously sparse, revealing few details of what we’d expect on this section. But git ‘er done, as they say, so LET’S DO THIS.
Previously, on The Californians: When we last saw our frotchy heroine, she’d just been given a key to her own hotel room after Day 2’s 184-mile ride.