The car is packed. The bikes are on the rear mounted carrier and we're as ready as we'll ever be. Ready to take over where Mark Cavendish left off... I think not.
Ahead of us lies 3 hours on the ferry, a days motoring to Bordeaux, and then 8 days in the saddle. We expect that each day's riding will be done at a leisurely pace; allowing time for coffee and lunch stops, time to take in the scenery, reflect, perhaps even take refuge from the sun.
Each day TB and I will keep our eyes open for SC coming from the other direction, having arrived at the next base camp, and read a few pages, beore feeling guilty about leaving us out in the scorching heat.
There is a late change of plan. Asterix is now riding with me. He's on my front forks, held on by black electrician's tape.
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- Herb Miller
- Having spent two thirds of his life to date working for IBM, Herb now considers himself to be a trainee retiree.
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