Tonight I went to see Le Ride, a movie that was shown in a southern suburb after some industrious person hit a goal of selling a minimum number of tickets. There was such a lycra-crowd demand, they moved it to a bigger theater in the complex. It was a very fit, mostly white, largely male audience. That didn't stop me from going all in on buttery, salty popcorn.
Watch the trailer here: https://youtu.be/dX7Z_ZT_baE.
Basically, two guys re-rode the 1928 Tour de France route, on the same schedule and on 1928 bikes, retracing the steps of the first (and very undersupported) English-speaking Tour team. It was grueling for the documentarians, despite having good support and, unlike the 1928 riders, paved roads and (presumably unlike the 1928 riders) chamois.
I learned that France has beautiful scenery, that bikes in 1928 were very rudimentary, that Australasia is a word, that cyclists in that era were total badasses, and that there's no effing way I could do that ride within 4 weeks on my good bike.
But it was a good reminder that I can push myself more.
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