The rest of the ride was a wee bit slower, but I pushed it a bit and sometimes nestled in a pocket with other riders. I had planned 120 km, but the A12 was closed, requiring a major bit of extra driving to get to the start point. And I got a late start. And it was gusting. The tour group offers 30, 60, 120, and 160 courses. I wish they had an 80 or 90. That would have been just right. At 2.5 hours, this was a little short. But I had a great time. (especially with bulging back pockets!)
Bucolic is the word that comes to mind. And sweat is the other one. Hot and sunny. I have a wicked headache right now from dehydration. Now to figure out what's for dinner.
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