Our gloves and shoes were wet from the steady light rain. No matter. The physical sensation of cold was countered by the warmth of camaraderie.

Even our pace it seemed was in unison, and from one stop to the next, all that could be heard was the sound of a single derailleur.

Before we knew it, the inn was near.


January 27, 2020 — Le Braquet Cycling Club

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