I’ve been wearing a big ol’ pair of lazy pants since PBP, and so all of my weekend rides have been no longer than 65 miles. But since I do love these randonneur team events (they’re my favorite type of brevet!), I was glad to join Team Delta Dawdlers for a mellow jaunt from Alameda to Davis.
If you were a new randonneur and asked me what’s the most important thing I’ve personally learned in my nearly three years of partaking in this endurance sport, I would answer: it’s the company you keep.
Food was a major reason that I wanted to participate in Paris-Brest-Paris because I love food and France, of course, is a culinary paradise.
Paris-Brest-Paris is a veritable United Nations of cyclists. It’s our Olympics, our signature event where we proudly converge in solidarity of our international randonneurhood.
Rour friends shouting your name (or good-naturedly heckling you) at an amateur race is one thing; it’s an entirely different experience when you’re riding Paris-Brest-Paris.