A post French ride and pre French ride MEMWNS to the Compasses. Rode my fixed Pompino which felt weird
and was much harder riding home, the slight Essex hills felt much steeper
and the thick air was a drag on my respiratory system!
Great Waltham are doing things to welcome Le Tour. Like dumping old bikes and painting them in tricolour hues.
Meanwhile Huggy, Tippers, et al and laterly Tomsk enjoyed various English ales, victuals and a cool evening.
Another tricolour bike. I also rode past the Store that has been partially turned into a TdF museum. It has a penny farthing, an old fixed, musette bags, jerseys and some other historic TdF paraphernalia. No pics as it was very early/late!
We had a good night and impressed some with our tales of grimping and French food.