Landscape With Bike And RiderLaurence Shames
No one was forcing me to bike up Mont Ventoux. The 6,000-foot ascent wasn't part of the day's program. In fact, some cyclists in our group had elected to skip riding altogether and go shopping instead on our last day in Provence. But I, along with a half-dozen other hardheads, decided to head for the summit. Two sweaty hours into the climb, however, I found myself wondering why.
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