Hotel Ristorante La Font
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
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... riding south until we saw the non-motorway signs for Nice. We crossed Le Var - even the bridge has a cycle path, and then skirted Nice airport before picking up the Promenade des Anglais, following in our Victorian forefathers' footsteps. This took is into the Centre Ville, again on a busy cycle path running alongside the beach.
We stopped on the promenade to take a photo with the beach in the background. It's interesting that this was the only time ...
... hour car journey home. We eventually set off at about 8:45. Another gloriously sunny morning, our legs were feeling fresh after a couple of relatively easy days.
We stopped at the water fountain in Jausiere to fill our bidons, then turned right to start the climb. We quickly overhauled a couple of guys on VTTs, then settled into a comfortable cadence.
I thought we were possibly going a little too fast, and that we might regret it on the later stages of the climb.
... on the road. I don't mind them so much as the trucks. At least most of the bikers give you a wide berth; it's nice when they decelerate to pass you rather than scaring the life out of you.
One guy on a motorbike gave us the thumbs up coming down as we cycled up. For some reason, he had an inflatable doll on the pillion. This led to a conversation with Helen over lunch about whether she added more power than she needed as stoker, ...
... we purchased in the UK 2013. In fact it’s our second one, and we sold the first to Doug Jackson, and he is now on his second one. They tick all the right boxes, its a bloody good bike, it carries a heap of kit, it goes great and its cool.
Many of you will also know that I don't really have a high opinion of (some would say a prejudice against) bikes made by Harley Davidson and although I’ve a great respect for, I’m not over fussed on the BMW ...
In the morning it is still misty and a fine drizzle is coming down. The bike is steering badly so I pull up and discover that the temporary plug in the tyre, inserted back in Anatolia, has started to leak.
I ride very gingerly into the next village where I find a garage with an airline. The tyre is down to one bar. I pump it back up to three and set off for France. There are plenty of ...