Day Three biking some of the Tour de France. Today, the Col du Tourmalet. Ten hours of cycling, including relentless ascents of 12miles rising 4,600 feet. Blistering sun followed by freezing cold, then lashing rain and thunder and lightening. In a word? Majestic? Euphoric? "This is a motherfucker!" spat one of our group of ten as he passed me on the left. Or was it the voice in my head?
|Kevin and I: smiling now suckers, but five more hours to go....|
|Kevin heading up the pass|
|Me meeting the fromage seller and son on the pass|
|Mountain ponies strolling past me...|
The kids have only called us once, at 4am this morning, asking for our credit card number to purchase tickets for an A's baseball game....
Allez! Allez! Onto the next motherfucker....