In Charlottesville, Virginia this week, bringing my daughter to her first year at UVA. I woke at 5:30 to catch up on email, and this is my view as I review some Olympic pavillion designs with Beijing.
Lots of standing in line ahead, some up-and-down stair move-in, then a tour of the Jefferson-designed campus. Tomorrow my wife and I make the 650 mile drive back to the Cape. I am on cell and stealing blackberry looks if anyone needs me.
“In August 2007, more than 4 000 randonneurs will gather in Saint-Quentin-en-Yvelines to enter into the legend of the PARIS-BREST-PARIS (P.B.P.) Randonneur. Since 1931, thousands of randonneurs have tried their hand at the most famous brevet at â€œallure libreâ€ (self paced rides), the 1200 km PBP, which must be completed in 90 hours, the present maximum time limit.”
This is what I am dreaming of doing — buying a replacement bike, riding the Boston Brevet Series, then the Boston-Montreal-Boston — and cap my cycling career with the Paris-Brest-Paris, the world’s longest and most venerated cycling event. It’s run every four years and is going on now.