Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Skin On My Scrotum Is Peeling



is gone. I've done. I have not thought of lai not make it, but this time it is a satisfaction. directly from home bike, arriving here with a shirt that says milan-paris 2009. the street aware of it and looks at me. have a bicycle in paris imagine to be here. Today I went around randomly throughout the day, looking around like a child, snubbing the tourist routes, only the Eiffel Tower, because I wanted to take a picture Bicio that if it deserves it. behaved well.
the stage was long, but the estimates I knew I had a tailwind, and it was from start to finish. I crossed the hills from the Champagne, the valley of the Marne. I stopped in Aulnay, practically at Roissy airport, or you might not find a place in town. the last few kilometers I made them yesterday without Storage, coming to the houses. will which is the first district of Paris I've seen, but I'm loving it.
today the official entrance, a small personal triumph. as a goal I have chosen a laundromat, I've spilled inside all bags.

reims paris-
159.23 km
6h50m
average 22.5 kmh / 59.62
max 1427 m altitude (to the face of the plain French)
average 133 bpm / 160 max

Brent Corrigan Taking A Shower

verdun-reims-paris-nancy-reims

also called the road of freedom. is full of war cemeteries of the First World War. After the Ardennes, the Argonne and the Meuse. million dead, army of the dead. buried in the places where battles were fought, where they died like rats, nelle trincee. cimiteri francesi, inglesi, tedeschi, polacchi, americani e italiani. sono passati quasi cent'anni, ma a vederli ancora fanno impressione. mentre pefalavo cercavo di guardarmi intorno e immaginare quei colli dolci, in quegli anni, attraversati dalle trincee, interrotti dai cavalli di frisia, scossi dai bombardamenti e avvelenati dai gas. chissà quanti sono ancora lì, sotto i campi di grano o di papaveri. ogni tanto nei campi spunta una casamatta, o una porta fortificata. la guerra si è combattuta anche sottoterra.
il vento a favore della prima metà della tappa mi si è messo contro negli ultimi venti chilometri; l'arrivo è stato molto faticoso. reims è la prima vera città dopo basilea, con un bel centro storico pedonale, ok la cattedrale e lo champagne, ma non sono qui per pregare o per ubriacarmi...

verdun-reims (senza h)
123.26 km
5h17m
23.28 kmh medi / 53.32 max
687 m dislivello
131 bpm medi / 155 max

Osteophyte Medial Femoral Head Image

LUNEVILLE verdun

mai, mai, MAI fermarsi due notti in un posto senza prima averlo visto, almeno di sfuggita. se a verdun non ci avessero combattuto la battaglia più lunga e sanguinosa del '900, nessuno ne avrebbe mai sentito parlare. in compenso ci sono un bel po' di centri commerciali finalmente, e ho potuto fare un po' di manutenzione alla bici; la catena cominciava a lamentarsi per le incrostazioni di morchia che doveva portarsi addosso.
ho pêrso a little 'time to turn to Nancy, it was worth it. not much, but the central square is spectacular. stage for the rest pretty dull and heavy, with winds beginning to end, the way he played hide and seek with the clouds, avoiding splashing water trying to catch, until they have joined forces to stand in front, all side by side, and there was nothing left to do. ULTI's, the 30 km I made them under water, soaked to the bone. luggage stayed dry though. before I stopped in verdun a farm shop that veneva its products to stay a bit longer 'dry or to shop. I chatted with a local cyclist, who cowardly aveva telefonato alla moglie per farsi venire a prendere in macchina (e non mi ha nemmeno offerto un passaggio).

luneville-verdun
130 km
6h18m
20.70 kmh medi / 56.23 max
1039 m dislivello
132 bpm medi / 161 max

All Black Arm Tattoo Specialisty

Basel-Freiburg-LUNEVILLE

(aggiornamento onnicomprensivo postumo)
da basilea a friburgo ho davvero battuto la fiacca. non andavo, non ce la facevo. uno di quei giorni in cui con la bicicletta non c'è niente da fare, sarebbe meglio lasciarla in cantina. per fortuna ho cambiato percorso, perchè quello che avevo in mente, 140 km con un passo a 1400 al centro della foresta nera, non sarei riuscito a finirlo. la mia idea era di arrivare presto a friburgo, visitare la città the afternoon, and then spend the day after a grate bike for the Black Forest. bike and walk because my right foot hurts dog 10 minutes after I walk I see the stars. at some point in Zurich, I realized that people on the street looking at me, then I realized that it was not because I was limping, but because I groaned with every step, without realizing it, ene. I do not know if it can be a consequence of the fall, because it started to hurt two days later, but Gredo yes', because it was the first, in time I walk really after the fall. Fortunately, cycling can not hear anything, probably the shape and rigidity of the bike shoe help. better that way '.
short, I changed plans but I had not seen rain. the second day it rained forever! anything Black Forest around Freiburg and very little, just to get you to slip, the one in starbucks and crossed the Po, eriggio reading.
Freiburg is beautiful. I think it is a university town, full of young and old. local concerts (except when I was there 'I, of course). and go all bike. all eh, not to say. young and old. parents with a child in the cart, old men who have overcome the tram with nonchalance. outside the centers dedicated to treating I felt uncomfortable walking, because I was the only pedestrian. twenty bike every machine and every pedestrian, perhaps even more. obvious that the bike should be on sidewalks, pedestrians are seen CEH nn. Obviously vqdqno contromqno, since there are no cars. obvious that they respect the traffic lights, there being a bike on the other side of the intersection!

to share, I decided to jump Strasbourg, Nancy and aim straight up. I saved one day, intending to arrive a day before in Paris and find a hotel with more calm. far from that night on a beach in blue, find the port for its remaining sleep is my obsession. I spent the Vosges at the Col du Bonhomme, at almost 1000m. top gear was spending the Paris-Colmar, the first I met them when I missed a couple of miles to the hill, and those of the cars appoccio cheered me, I said good, I was told by then you're almost there descent. I was moved. at the top I stopped to applaud those who climb over the pass away. a man who was photographing the race asked me where I came from and where I went, and started shooting. pity not to have been wearing the shirt with the route ...
LUNEVILLE is a small town 30 km from Nancy. over the past, the miles the wind has turned against me, and I would not have made it to the city. on the other hand I found a delicious kebab from a family friendly, and a really nice hotel near the castle. have now entered the area of \u200b\u200bthe castles, we see that Germany is long gone.

Basel 85 km Freiburg

4h13m
20:15
kmh average 51.9 kmh max
428m altitude
average 122 bpm / 157 max

Fribourg-LUNEVILLE
167 km

7h36m 21.93 kmh average / 56
max 1034 m altitude
average 144 bpm / 169 max