finally the Loire that I expected, with beautiful views and villages, varied landscape, castles. obviously I have not visited anyone, but this is the stage that I would recommend to those who want to try to make an easy bike trip. 180 km in a week are within the reach even of those who have never cycled for long.
as soon as I leave I see dark to my left, a storm is preparing, I keep an eye on it to understand which way it goes, and which way I go. it seems we shouldn't cross it, but I keep looking at it with suspicion. mentally I think about what to do if it rains, how to fix the luggage, what to wear. in the end, traveling by bicycle is a bit like sailing: if you know you have what you need, and you know you are doing all you have to, don't worry.
the storm sucks the air, and I have front wind, as always.
I stop at La Charité to eat something, as soon as I leave I see that the storm is loose, but it starts to rain. I change the cape (I prefer the sleeveless jacket that lets my arms and back sweat), I put the shoes on top, I change the sunglasses with the white ones, and I go.
I wanted to visit Sancerre, but with the rain, even a kilometer long stretch becomes annoying. after the bonneville nuclear power plant it stops raining but the track becomes a dirt road. I do it anyway, it's a dirt road. Very compact and fine, it doesn't seem risky and it doesn't rain anymore, there's no mud. but I go too slow and go back to the highway. after Gien is again gravel until Saint-Gondon (a bijoux), then I give up again and I go back to the provincial road up to Sully.
in this area there are many more travelers by bike, we greet each other when we meet, or we get over it. there is a couple (red shirt he, black leggins her) that overtake and we say goodbye, then overtake again and we say goodbye, then overtake them again ... I know there were shortcuts!
in Sully I stop to take off my cape, change my glasses and put on my sunscreen because a great sun came out. I decide to cut for the shortest way, I will save maybe five kilometers, but above all I finally have the wind behind me! it seems like a miracle, I no longer hoped for it.
the time has come to do two maths, by now the kilometers I've done have exceeded the donations. the help I received so far has been so much, every donation is an exceptional incitement, but I still have to count on the help of my friends to reach the goal of 2500 euros ... talk to your friends, let them turn around is a fool who is pedaling to Normandy to raise funds. maybe some of the are willing to cycle with me.
day 6
ridden 177km (818 total)
height difference 307 (5492 total)
1489 total harvests (745 km donated)
drunk 3.5 liters
pissed four times.
as soon as I leave I see dark to my left, a storm is preparing, I keep an eye on it to understand which way it goes, and which way I go. it seems we shouldn't cross it, but I keep looking at it with suspicion. mentally I think about what to do if it rains, how to fix the luggage, what to wear. in the end, traveling by bicycle is a bit like sailing: if you know you have what you need, and you know you are doing all you have to, don't worry.
the storm sucks the air, and I have front wind, as always.
I stop at La Charité to eat something, as soon as I leave I see that the storm is loose, but it starts to rain. I change the cape (I prefer the sleeveless jacket that lets my arms and back sweat), I put the shoes on top, I change the sunglasses with the white ones, and I go.
I wanted to visit Sancerre, but with the rain, even a kilometer long stretch becomes annoying. after the bonneville nuclear power plant it stops raining but the track becomes a dirt road. I do it anyway, it's a dirt road. Very compact and fine, it doesn't seem risky and it doesn't rain anymore, there's no mud. but I go too slow and go back to the highway. after Gien is again gravel until Saint-Gondon (a bijoux), then I give up again and I go back to the provincial road up to Sully.
in this area there are many more travelers by bike, we greet each other when we meet, or we get over it. there is a couple (red shirt he, black leggins her) that overtake and we say goodbye, then overtake again and we say goodbye, then overtake them again ... I know there were shortcuts!
in Sully I stop to take off my cape, change my glasses and put on my sunscreen because a great sun came out. I decide to cut for the shortest way, I will save maybe five kilometers, but above all I finally have the wind behind me! it seems like a miracle, I no longer hoped for it.
the time has come to do two maths, by now the kilometers I've done have exceeded the donations. the help I received so far has been so much, every donation is an exceptional incitement, but I still have to count on the help of my friends to reach the goal of 2500 euros ... talk to your friends, let them turn around is a fool who is pedaling to Normandy to raise funds. maybe some of the are willing to cycle with me.
day 6
ridden 177km (818 total)
height difference 307 (5492 total)
1489 total harvests (745 km donated)
drunk 3.5 liters
pissed four times.
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