a day on the motorbike
tour de france stage 3 vignette
My driver is Christophe.
He is great — he asks me in broken, very French English, what it is I want to see today. I tell him I want to see it all.
The engine revs beneath me. All I have to hang onto are those little handles under the seat. It’s always a bit precipitous at first, but my body remembers quickly what this is like, the position of my feet on …
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