This was the big ride for Provence (the only one too). Once again it was a picture perfect day to ride an iconic mountain, easily the tallest in the region. We dropped Neil off and did a quick explore of town (mainly to buy our croissants for morning tea), then hit the road to pass Neil then find a vantage point on the side of the road to cheer him on. We gave him half an hour head start which I didn't think was that much but it was lucky we didn't give him more. He was almost through the forest when we caught up with him. We past and cheered him on then went further along and stopped. I told the kids we will have morning tea and wait for Daddy. I warned that he may be a while ( thinking I drove a good distance between him and us) as we all piled out the car. We took one bite of our croissants then Heather yelled, "here comes Daddy!" He was flying.
This craziness lasted for the rest of the climb and the kids had fun yelling out the window "go Daddy" and "allez allez" to Neil (and most of the other riders too). It was fun and there were the most spectacular views. Mont Ventoux is a wondrous sight when you come out of the forest and on to the bald top. The column of cyclists making the pilgrimage up was mind blowing. Neil made it in good time and it was a hot tough climb, and after the essential summit photo we headed back down the mountain for a picnic and home.
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