Leaving Dreux with Todd from San Francisco Randonneurs and a local kid easily drafting our tired asses. The finish line is 60km away.
Dreux was merde! I and others were harrassed by many drivers (first time in 2 weeks of riding extensively in France!) despite the police escorts. The ugly grind of living in a banlieue of Paris is no different than that of any American skid-row 'burb.
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