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Dorian went cycling
September 30, 2023 at 07:05
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Dorian went cycling
September 29, 2023 at 14:33
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October 3, 2023
The words pass at breakneck speed, as do the kilometers. Nothing goes right anymore, and everything comes back. Pain, pleasure, desire and apprehension. Tonight the sun sets on our day, on our race, on our first time. In the distance, over there on the horizon, the island of Ouessant seems to float between
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Dorian went cycling
September 29, 2023 at 08:27
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October 3, 2023
The sand, the water, the sky, and the road that unfolds, a tongue of concrete that licks our wounds, winds between the viewpoints, and seems to defy the waves and the dunes.
The photos are beautiful, but they are nothing when you have been there. To smell this air, to taste this spray, to feel something
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Dorian went cycling
September 29, 2023 at 07:52
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October 2, 2023
Short step, but quadriceps in distress. The rocks are getting bigger, and our eyes sense the unforgettable coming.
These beaches are beautiful. These rocks are big. The visions follow one another and transform the road into a rail, on which we slide according to the winds and the landscapes. Pain goes away, beauty wins.
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Dorian went cycling
September 29, 2023 at 06:00
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October 2, 2023
Here we are.
The moment when the count becomes a countdown, where each kilometer is not to be done, but more to be done.
Our first last day.
The miraculous energy rush of yesterday is no more: today, everything seems heavier, longer, more, more.
But the coast is coming back. And with it, the smell of the
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Dorian went cycling
September 28, 2023 at 14:55
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October 2, 2023
And this last segment. What injustice is this end which refuses to come alone.
The road is long, the legs are tired, but it's worth it. Because after this climb, after this descent, and after those after that, it will be the end of Day 3. And the beginning of the end. The beginning of the moment when
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Dorian went cycling
September 28, 2023 at 12:43
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October 2, 2023
Short step. Burning calves. We pass in front of a school where the sweet sound of the teacher's Breton catches our ears, and we stop a hundred meters further on to rob a peasant grocery store.
Pâté, terrine, tomme, apple juice and cassoulet for the evening. The loot is substantial, as is the lunch that
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Dorian went cycling
September 28, 2023 at 10:24
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October 2, 2023
The battle rages. Ass kicks became hills, and hills became climbs. The Monts d'Arrée fall on us, and in return we fall on them.
The mist surrounds us, the drizzle soaks us, but nothing seems to be able to knock us down. This day is a summit, a pinnacle, a state of grace.
At the bend of a bend, we improvise
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Dorian went cycling
September 28, 2023 at 06:00
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October 2, 2023
From experience, I know that the third day is double or nothing. So we wake up, we bend, we warm up, and we throw ourselves on the track like we flip a coin.
Heads, we crack, tails, we pass.
And from the first kilometers, the suspense deflates: Aude is fueling, leading her best pace, and I follow her with
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Dorian went cycling
September 27, 2023 at 10:26
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October 2, 2023
Bodies suffer because the road is hard. The nerves give out. But a pedestrian climb and a wash later, we are back on the Gargouille road.
And upon arrival, all is forgiven. The Mad Jacques adventure finds its meaning at each Checkpoint, and there is something magical about it, like a wipe on a slate that
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Dorian went cycling
September 27, 2023 at 07:42
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October 2, 2023
Gunslingers Pigs, coffee, tampon, pedal.
Ahead.
It's my birthday, today I'm 34, and I'm celebrating it on my bike, in Brittany, Aude riding by my side.
What more.
The coast of Saint Brieuc traumatized us a little yesterday, but this morning it is adorned with a beautiful golden veil, and its indented beaches
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Dorian went cycling
September 27, 2023 at 06:15
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October 1, 2023
Day 1 is a day that we know is decisive, even qualifying. A day that we celebrate as a victory, as real proof that we will finish it all.
It is on these notes that Day 2 begins, the troops wake up with new enthusiasm, in the Stade de la Demi-Ville de Trégomeur. The lawn and the tents are wet, the stoves
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Dorian went cycling
September 26, 2023 at 14:36
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October 1, 2023
One hundred and fifty is huge. But one hundred and fifty is possible; even doable. Because each turn is an introduction to the one after. And each rise calls for its descent.
After the first "summit" of this race - Mont Bel-Air - we are pleased to find the organization, Alyssa and Pauline, camped in the
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Dorian went cycling
September 26, 2023 at 10:10
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October 1, 2023
The first Checkpoint puts us back in the peloton, and we begin to recognize certain faces, from a distance, as we guess groups of pace.
On the first day, the unknown is everywhere. The distance, the hours, the terrain, everything is otherness, permanent discovery.
The miles pass quickly, then slowly, then
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Dorian went cycling
September 26, 2023 at 06:20
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October 1, 2023
As soon as we arrive at "Camp Zero", a scent of adventure tickles our nostrils: at the end of a bumpy path, our campsite is a calm farm, where we are the first. And soon we are assailed by bloodthirsty kittens and puppies, eager for cuddles.
In a few hours, the lawn fills up, faces meet, and the organization
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October 3, 2023
It is an understatement to say that the crossing is joyful. I try to photograph faces, I feel like I'm taking too many and I realize I've taken too few.
Our hours on the island are outside of racing as well as outside of time. Naked, level, empty, so small and so alone, Ouessant taunts the raging ocean
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