By Patrick Edwards
When friends ask me how my Tour de France charity ride went this summer, I usually start off by noting that the pros gave me a one day head start and I stayed one day ahead the whole of the 3 weeks. If they’re satisfied with this, I usually go on to mention that the food in France is great, and so is the beer they import from Belgium. That’s usually about it. There just isn’t that much I can tell most of my friends because they don’t ride bikes. Breaking down the details just leaves them with some abstract notion that it was harder than commuting to work.
















