Right then, you'll know that yesterday's jaunt was a bit on the extreme side, so it was to be expected that I'd have a slightly later start which in turn guarantees a later finish. Didn't realise quite how late, hah-hah!
There was a McDonalds around the corner from my Formule 1 dump of a hotel, so this was my intended breakfast stop. Great idea until you realised that they didn't open until 0900. Best they could offer was an orange juice. In 23 minutes.
|Hell yeah! Right into a 9%er...|
|Come rain or shine...you got the wine!|
|There maybe long climbs ahead, but while there's sweating and sunlight and cramps, let's face the headwind...|
|The mighty Rhone. Some pretty villages along it...wish I could've tarried a'while.|
|Not dissin' Moto or whatnot, but our services leave a little to be desired.|
Only 70 miles done but the realisation that it really will be a long, hot day- I saw 38c plus...so, what do you do? Stick with another few miles to Montelimar (which is a reminder of a great track on 'The White Album'), or...
|Just. Too. Easy. But still worthwhile. Bell-end.|
|Montelimar loved this caper.|
|Told you. '32 Ford?|
|Modern Art. 'Nuff said.|
...go for the long one?
I decided to gamble and go for Carpentras despite the fact that it was gone 6pm and that home was 40 miles away, still with the wind and heat. Stubborn/ tight/ stupid. Still not sure!
|Montelimar would be a nice place for a night...|
|Oh come on, give it some Dolly! "Bollene, Bollene...Bo-llene!"|
|Mofo was against me almost all of the way.|
|Yes! There he is...the big guy in the distance. I did shout!|
|Gonna need lights soon....keep turning the pedals mate...|
|Was cooling rapidly to 30c. Second layer needed? Non.|
|We'll wing the last 10 miles...go, go, go!|
|Sort that posture out. Top, cold brew!|
|Let's head the other direction|
If you've read this far then you deserve a reward...here is Dion still loving that belting song!