Thursday
morning on the final day of PBP. I am on the way to Rambouillet. The
sun is rising over golden French fields. I am one of several riders who
find themselves together at this place at this time. We are climbing yet
another long but gentle rise.
"Are you happy?"
The question comes from the clear, almost musical London accent of a man's voice.
"Are you happy?"
The question comes from the clear, almost musical London accent of a man's voice.
