Le Baiku.
16 days, 8 rides. All hot. No that doesn’t do them justice. Stifling, dry heat that sears through lycra as if it just wasn’t there. Dry, dusty, remote places. No man or woman, no cry. Off road and on road. Avoiding rocks and ruts. Smooth long roads are good for the cadence. Scenery to live for. Live in. Bonjour. The locals play boulle in the lazy afternoon sun. Flip past signs for towns I know quite well. Spin through villages I know better. Out on the road on your own, your mind alone, clear thought. Content. Blissful freedom. Best rides of my life.
16 days, 8 rides. All hot. No that doesn’t do them justice. Stifling, dry heat that sears through lycra as if it just wasn’t there. Dry, dusty, remote places. No man or woman, no cry. Off road and on road. Avoiding rocks and ruts. Smooth long roads are good for the cadence. Scenery to live for. Live in. Bonjour. The locals play boulle in the lazy afternoon sun. Flip past signs for towns I know quite well. Spin through villages I know better. Out on the road on your own, your mind alone, clear thought. Content. Blissful freedom. Best rides of my life.
