Unexpected stuff always happens on a bike trip. At least to me. This time it involved trains. Or, to be more precise: A French train strike that wreaked havoc across the country for millions of travelers. Including Justin. The poor kid. After getting off the overnight flight from Chicago, his train to Bordeaux (where I … Continue reading How A Train Strike Impacts A Bike Trip

It “only” took humans about 5,000 years to get from here… To here… To here… I learned this today at the Musee Champollion here in Figeac, where there’s not much else to do on a rainy day. It’s a museum on the history of writing, named in honor of Jean-Francis Champollion. He grew up in … Continue reading Writing Is A Lot (and Cele) Of Work According to the Ancient Monks

I had a dilemma of sorts, but a good one: To get to Figeac, should I take the road along the Lot River or the road along the Cele River? When in doubt, I did what more and more people do: I asked people I only know through social media, or, in this case, a … Continue reading Getting Lost And Found In Figeac

I just woke up from a wonderful nap, so I guess it's time to post. I dreamed I was riding my bike in France. Oh wait, I am. Today, I'm gonna describe my day in photos, starting with breakfast, which is pretty much the same over here at every hotel: coffee, yoghurt and maybe a … Continue reading A Vallee, A Ridge, Another Vallee & A Well-Deserved Nap!

Before I describe my great and rather long day or riding (75 miles, I think), here’s something fascinating that happened yesterday… I was heading toward the bridge into Touzac, and noticed a truck stopped at the end of the bridge. It appeared to be stuck. And it was stuck. The truck is long and wide; … Continue reading The Lot River Vallee In All Its Glory