Away from Dijon a bit later again despite knowing that this would be an extraordinary day, both in terms of time and temperature. The hotel receptionist raised an eyebrow when I said that I was off to Lyon and beyond: "But the temperatures will be worse than yesterday- the hottest day of the year so far!".
To be fair to the harbinger of doom, he was practical in that he filled m'bidons and put them in the freezer until the very last minute, which I appreciated. I just wish that I could have climbed in there too...
|Bet this guy doesn't do two loaves for £1.30 a la Tesco.|
|Would I want to swap places with the pickers? Nah...|
|Must. Go. Straight. On.|
|If they're made by Selex then you've little risk of being apprehended. Office gag...|
|And I set the art back a few years, hah-hah!|
|The water was lashing out of me...temp read 34.7c. Still had a couple to go...|
|Must. Go. Straight. On. (pt. 2)|
|Just wanted to do a Moon and drive straight in, hah-hah!|
As the day drifted away from me I did seriously wonder if the smart thing would be to get to Lyon and then stop. This would mean no rest day on Saturday (albeit a shortish leg) but I decided to press on, not least because I'd be able to claim my longest (both in time and distance) day on a bike. Not really smart reasoning and I was also aware that I didn't need to banjax myself and put the rest of the ride in any sort of jeopardy either.
|This made my day! The TdF chaps were dismantling stuff and I got in on the act. Excellent!|
|Sunflowers. Loving your slow-time work! Much like myself.|
|Usually it would be a Sprite, but when in France...|
Things were still fine until Lyon: what possessed me to think that it would be a good idea to cut through it on a Thursday evening, though? It was a nightmare and the continual stop-start pretty much did for me, engine-wise.
|Lyon. Big mistake to try to go through. How sad. Never mind.|
|Post-Lyon and the plug has been pulled. #toast|
|One more fantastic descent prior to trying to find the f**king hotel, hah-hah!|
When I do find the establishment, the receptionist has cleared-off for the evening: it's very DIY and please yourself. The massive bonus was that the nice hotel around the corner had their welcoming restaurant ready for my use. It now lies in ruins, hah-hah!
An insane day but let's see what happens tomorrow...it isn't a gimme. Speaking of which, what's happened in The Open?