Kevin disappearing just as everyone saddles up and is ready
to leave. 100 miles of lovely rolling hills. A few miles of torn up road that
left everyone speaking a semitone higher. Plenty of water stops after the
previous days’ drought debacle. All in all: a good day – even Fribbins didn’t
moan quite as much.
The route took us down part of the famous Le Mans road
course circuit. The Mulsanne Straight, with arnco barrier still in place from
last month’s 24hrs race, was an eeire calm as pedals turned through the forest
route. The thought of cars tearing through this area over 190mph faster was a
strange feeling.
The most contenious moment of what was a relatively smooth
sailing day came during a debate about how to pronounce Chatellerault. It’s not
that the debate was particularly fierce; it is just a reflection of the
smoothness of the day.
It’s also interesting that the group, whose Garmin devices
were measuring the routes at slightly different accuracies, each added a few
hundred yards to ensure the mileage clicked over the magic ‘100’ mile mark
This was a long day, mileage wise, and a fiercely hot and
humid afternoon. But the tucker and banter in the evening quickly wiped away
those memories.
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