After 15 months of ball-breaking, this summer my girlfriend finally got her way. At the beginning of July we took touring bikes over to France and ate up 900km of gallic tarmac from Bordeaux down to the Mediterranean and back up through the Rhone valley. Shit was dope. The dopest thing about it was showing her something i love so much and her totally getting it. Fifteen days, much sweat, sweet memories, and two minor altercations about average speed later, with a heaving heart she packed up her bicycle and reluctantly boarded a plane back to London.
I carried on for another three weeks to take on the Alps and some legendary Tour climbs, then wound my way up through Switzerland and Germany, final destination Amsterdam's red light district.