just keeps going and going, out over the Provencal country side and on down to the Mediterranean and on over to
Africa and beyond.   There is nothing like a good strong ride to release the mind and the imagination.   Ventoux was not a bad capstone on a very good year on the bicycle for me.   I cannot really hope that 2006 will be better.   Or, maybe I can.   Winter dreams can get one in trouble come summer.