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Dorian went cycling
September 30, 2023
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Dorian went cycling
September 29, 2023
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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
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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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September 29, 2023
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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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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