I get all dolled up in my high viz shoes, high viz sweat pants, high viz jacket, high viz helmet, high viz goggles, high viz ear muffs, high viz nose warmer, and high viz gloves; cycle 400 yards then it tips down. Cold, wet and windy - the perfect storm. No ta. I turn back and when I get in, there is a break in the clouds' thinning membrane. Spring: no season for old men on bikes.
The trip to France in July is taking shape - a rough sketch, perhaps, in light pencil on the back of a Left Bank Parisian cafe's napkin. It could be 630 miles or so, from Dieppe to Marseilles. We'll return a week before the Ride and in that week I shall learn to love my bike again.
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