France - Writing

The descent into France from the Pyrenees was possibly the best hour of riding in my life. This winding, steady path changed my view on downhill riding. For over a hour, rarely touching our brakes, we cruised along deep curves that led us into the beautiful countryside of France. Forests and little towns surrounded us as we made our way toward Toulousse. Our first stop after 140k was at a family owned property/business with campsites, yurts, canoeing, kayaking, high ropes courses; something so similar to what Ryan and I talk about running ourselves one day. We would have stayed for a day on the river if the clouds hadn't rolled in, opting instead to ride when the sun wasn't so intense.
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