|The beginning, near the Seine, in Paris|
|The finish, above the Mediterranean, from the corniche|
The more often I travel solo, the more committed to it I get. Guess I've become accustomed to the flexibility it gives me to stop where and when I want; to ride as fast, or as slowly as I want (or can); to detour or not; to choose meals on a whim.
Regular readers have heard me say that I like to ride the hardest thing I can and still have some fun. Of course, the trick is in figuring out just what that might be. The trick is also in balance: just what does "some fun" amount to; for that matter, what is "hard" ?
This trip was planned to be my longest yet, about 850 miles by the time my bike was packed up to return home. And to better address both hard, and fun, I added some detours that led me away from a typical Paris-Nice race route, turning west to Mont Ventoux and then to the north east for some climbing in the Alps.
|The road down Mont Ventoux, during the descent|
|View in the Alps, from Cime de la Bonette, after a long climb|
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