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Last-minute change of TdF plans- no bikes tomorrow for Time Trial!

No, I don’t mean the TdF cyclists will be running instead of riding. I’ve spent a lot of time scouring the map for the exact right place to watch the time trial, and there just isn’t one that meets all the criteria we need, in particular, the ability to get local food and water/drink throughout the day. There are some nice looking spots up in the hills, but we’d be totally isolated, on a terribly hot day (forecast at 96F, and that F stands for f’in humidity, not just temperature). We haul a lot of stuff but we’d need lawn chairs, a chest of ice, a bicycle trailer and more power than we’ve got to haul it around. Plus, on foot, you can walk any part of the course you want; rarely do they tell you you’ve got to stay where you are. On bikes, you frequently find yourself in a no-moving-your-bike zone.

So we’ll be ditching the bikes and taking three trains to a town named Chedde, which is about a mile from the start of the race. The last rider should be coming through at 5:02pm; the train leaves at 5:35pm and is just a block from the course. Should something happen where we can’t get to that train in time, another one leaves just an hour later.

This also means a later start to the day; we can leave at 9:44am and arrive at 11:33, just in time to see the first part of the Caravan roll through, if we choose to score a couple things we haven’t yet (specifically, a bottle of Orangina and Tortel Twish, a non-alcoholic beer that showed up last year and is pretty tasty).

So on foot, on a course like this, we actually have better mobility on foot than by bike, and less time spent getting things together. No issues with trying to squeeze bikes onto a full train either.

One of Kevin’s best days, ever, at the TdF

The day got off to a slow start; Kevin had packed just two pair of shorts, this was ride day 3. And it’s Sunday, with no shops open on Sunday (of course, neither is Chain Reaction, so we can’t complain too much about that!).

The plan had been to leave around 10am to ride to the race; no trains this time, just bicycle power. Instead we had to learn how the washing machine works and figure that damp shorts wouldn’t be too damp too long in the heat we’re having here in France.  So instead of heading out at 10am, we left at 11:47. The planned 10am departure was probably earlier than need be; 11 would have been perfect. 11:47 and we’re getting into more heat, more issues with local police (gendarmes) telling us to get off our bikes and walk.

What we did not expect was to come across a roadside party (of which there are many) and be talked into joining. Unfortunately the video lens was cloudy from sweat (I hadn’t wiped it off) and I didn’t keep it pointed at Kevin as I was trying to take photos wihe my regular camera.

Kevin got talked into eating an Oyster (no big feat; Kevin loves Oysters) and literally chugging a glass of white wine. And at the end of it all, as we’re riding away, everyone’s chanting USA! USA! USA! Pretty bizarre and a whole lot of fun.

The race? Not that exciting a place to watch, as the crested the Col de la Croix Fry. The original plan was to watch from the Aravis, but we ran out of time to get there (one small pass further up the road, but the gendarmes were already causing us too much grief as it was). Had we left when we’d planned, it wouldn’t have been an issue.