Liz with a very fast carbon fiber creation.
Tom, Liz and Paul out to dinner.
We proudly wear a California wine jersey in France.
In front of the Cathedral in Versailles.
Paul and Liz in front of the Chateau at Versailles.
Overlooking the fruit garden at Versailles.
This is a small garden at Versailles.
Closeup of a portion of the Versailles fruit garden.
The Versailles Chateau was undergoing renovations when we visited.
These hedges have been around for hundreds of years.
The Willits waits patiently at the gate.
Have tandem, will visit Versailles.
View of the lake at Versailles.
Liz and Paul at the prestart festivities.
Don Bennet and his son's bear are ready to go.
Liz can't believe it all finally came together.
The racers gather at the start line.
Last minute instructions and pictures before starting the 16th Edition of Paris-Brest-Paris.
The police escort receives their final instructions.
Entertainment and frivolity mark the starting line festivities.
A police lieutenant monitors the first turn.
The racers negotiate the first turn amid cheers and barricades.
We follow the motocade closely.
The sun rises on soggy fields.
Our mixed group enters a village.
Stephano grabs a quick nap on the floor of the cafeteria at a controle.
Liz checks in at the first controle.
Riders exercise caution on the wet streets.
Passing through the town square.
Motorists gave us a wide berth.
We arrive in St. Quentin en Yvelines to discover a wonderfully named street.
Storm clouds follow our start.
Our early morning start with local tandemists.
A group vainly rides away from more rain.
We are followed along the wet roads.
Liz and Paul at the start.
We were lucky and missed the rain at the Versailles gardens.
On the steps to the Versailles Chateau.
Cruising through another medieval town.
The bridge entering Brest.
Jeff from Minneapolis accompanied us into Brest.
Liz was the 5,000th rider at this controle.
Our NorCal randonneuring prepared us for wet weather.
The family Rogue cooks up crepes at the side of the road.
Another day, another soggy field.
We speed through a wet town.
The bridge to Brest is quite famous.
All Rogue family generations joined in to serve the riders.
The Papa does the cooking.
Rain, wind, wet roads, and constant pedaling.
These buildings were built to last.
This French rider clearly was fond of the Eiffel Tower.
Making our way through the streets of Carhaix.
These medieval squares became familiar.
Young fans greeted us along the road.
Our Eiffel Tower friend followed us for awhile.
The weather cleared briefly as we reached the coast.
Riders pedal, seek food, and try to keep going.
Trailing a group through town.
More storm clouds loom.
Tired yet still pedaling.
View of the Bay at Brest.
