KM2549.5 Riders KM5954.5 Me (still)

So with the rest day upon us its time for some fun shenanigans away from the race…others can stress about the Team Sky press conference but just so it feels like we’re there here’s a picture of Dave doing some classic hand gestures…i can almost predict that will accompany what ever crazy quote he gave out

Tour de France 2018  Stage 2 Mouilleron-Saint-Germain to La Roch

Meanwhile i had better plans…well different at least. Having seen it and photographed the race there i had decided to ride back up to Pic de Nore, a whole 1211m above sea level. By the route i had chosen the basically meant i rode up hill for 26 miles solid, there was one brief decent off the Col de la Croix Sous which was so sketchy i was happy to see the back of it. Single track..dappled sunlight..pot holes and tight blind hairpins, what more could a boy want, other than wide smooth mountain descents where you can actually see the road to read how tight the next corner is.

Still the i made it to the top and took the obligatory bike picture (to go with the picture of goats i took on the way up)…i even had to wait for someone else to finish taking theirs, i then set off for the joy of 23 miles back down on a much better road, sadly traffic and it still being slightly tricky i don’t think i was as fast as the peloton going down it yesterday.

all that was left to fulfill my rest day schedule was to look for some non bike pictures to take and the garden of the Gite i am staying in did not disappoint

 

Rest Day shenanigans

Seeing as the riders haven’t raced today I leave the update on then vs me on KM’s until tomorrow…it’s safe to say my north to south transfer has pushed my lead significantly.

The first part of my transfer as far as Troyes went very smoothly…arrived at a nice hotel in enough time to get dinner. This almost went awry when sat there waiting for someone to take my order the kitchen closed. Somehow they took pity on me, and given there were 3 loads of team staff who were still going to get served I think the sad look in my eyes swung it.

Within minutes steak and fries appeared and a beer shortly after. The waiter was so apologetic they didn’t have the right glass for the beer, while this is almost certainly a crime in Belgium they may be more lenient in France and I know I could look past it

The following morning was entirely taken up with driving the rest of the way to Annecy. As I approached the accommodation I booked I was getting concerned as I was disappearing into smaller and smaller roads but somehow I’ve lucked out. The Gites is run by a lovely lady called Louise who welcomed me in with a cold drink and extended me the use of her washing machine…total result.

I can now head into the mountain stages with clean pants, socks and most importantly cycling kit.

While there wasn’t a bike race to photograph I thought I’d indulge in another subject….bee’s