Testing the limits of modern medicine (you may know I’m undergoing treatment on my knee…), I went out hard for a 60 km loop around the eastern end of our little mountain range we have behind Nîmes. On the way, to the west of the Pont du Gard, I passed by this oddity. I think it is a milliaire, one of several Roman milestones that still exist in Languedoc. Of course I could be completely wrong, so someone who knows might want to set me straight.
And just a comment before I continue. I mentioned above that it was a hard ride. Well, I’m in training so that’s normal, but I’m finding something a little distressing. In the not-so-distant past when I pushed hard my body would respond. There seems to be a slight disconnect between what my will dictates and my body can deliver right now. I REALLY hope it’s not age and that it’s just the fact that I’ve been a slack-ass for these few years in France. Anyway, I’m concerned. I’ll let you know how it turns out.
My goal today was Castillon du Gard, a village I have seen a few times from the motorcycle and warrants one star on my Michelin map. It was a pretty village of cobbled streets and obvious antiquity, along with a super panoramic view of the area. Here’s my first glimpse of it.
With the sun getting low I rode south to hook up with a dreaded Nationale – a fast, busy route with lots of trucks and such. I’m starting to appreciate them a little more since I bought my Bianchi though, since I can really get up some constant speed up on them. With my mind-body miscommunication, I can use all the help I can get. And oh, modern medicine is doing alright. I can still walk.