not a whole lot to tell here. Town: Toulouse. My least favorite French city to date. The center is OK, but it deteriorates quickly as you get out into the gritty part.
We got out to see the race, a flat stage. Shot a photo from a ways away across a field.
John got his third flat. The sunflowers are nice.
Rode on the flats for a while. Really pounding on the tailwind section, it was a windy day. I don' t have a computer, John says we were going 26-27 for about 15 miles. Until the Gendarmes got in the way and would not let us go any further. there was some big race coming through, and the road we were on was the course. It is starting to get tiresome running into Le Tour. Every time we want to ride or drive somewhere, there it is. Gendarmes, race caravans, thousands of spectators, helicopters...
We turned onto a promising looking side road, and after several miles, it dumped us back about 1/2 mile from where we started. We ended up on a different road. Then it was not really a road anymore. Not even dirt, it was just tractor tracks in the grass. Good practice for Chequamegon.
Stay tuned for the Tourmalet!
Bon Journee!
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