53:54 moving
34:14 not moving
I flew as far as Carhaix, averaging over 30 kph for the first 100 Km's, and somewhat slower as the hills became more prominent. My preparation had to my great pleasure given me climbing legs to die for. At Carhaix I got food, a shower and 5 hours sleep. The controls to that point were confusing and I kept getting lost, and spending time queueing for basic food and coffee. To Brest in the morning was a delight - my legs were on song - I let the genie out of the bottle. I don't think anybody passed me on those hills - on the way back I caught up Bairdy, who had slept rather a lot less, and chose to ride with him up the climb to the Rock, and for a lot of the day. This was a steady chatty relaxing "tour back" sort of ride, going somewhat slower, but hey, it's not a race..... We stopped between controls for meals and coffees and eventually lost each other at another control. I got through that one quickly and as I was on my own I let the genie out of the bottle again for a while, and enjoyed 'monstering' along the road, catching groups and blasting past them, especially up the hills, I think maybe three or four big groups saw my wheels before the next control. There I had another shower and another five hours sleep. Cruised on the next day, stopping for a third decent 4 hour sleep and long shower at Dreux, just before dark, so rather than arrive in Paris early in the morning I got there with two hours in hand and a smile on my face!!
I could easily have finished ten hours faster, but I'm learning to smell the roses (and at one impromptu voluntary stop I had two coffees, at another I had a free crepe and coffee, at another I had a triple expression (I'll leave that spellcheck whoopsie) and three pains au chocolate...