Petite Tour de France

 

Who knew the Tour de France was in countries other than France? Perhaps the history of Basque France/Basque Spain back and forth thru the centuries makes the location kosher for this years 2023 ride.

Part of the reason we made our change of country was to lose the car. Maybe not permanently, but loose a large portion of needing one. Our age is such that, there is a lot of trepidation in traffic. Cars are expensive and let’s face it, driving everywhere is not good for the environment.

We find ourselves walking in Spain, 3-7 miles daily. There is a fantastic bus system and trains galore. Then there are the bikes. Bike lanes everywhere and tons of people using them. Not just bikes, there are the electric scooters and folks on mobility devices. For the first few weeks here, I was sure I was going to be killed by a courier bike. They FLY! I’m certain there are bike traffic laws I know nothing about and the couriers should.

Because of the Tour, I got my first chance to ride the streets of Donosti. In anticipation of the Tour, the route which the race will take thru town was closed for part of Sunday and a City -Wide invitation to ride was announced. I’m sure this was also a great way for the po-po and traffic control to figure out part of the logistics for the actual Tour Day, as the route is smack dab right thru the middle of Centro.

We rented bikes right down the street from Mateo and Inigo (yes, you killed my father-prepare to die) who run a bike shop. Both were delightful. Mateo spoke better English and invited us to join he and his friends for the Friday night ride thru town, which is also a weekly protest for a more bike friendly town. “We want to shake up the walkers and the drivers, but especially the mayor.” Anarchy and bikes? Sounds fun!

Bikes underneath us, helmets on and locks secured, we cruised off to meet the tour only to meet the rain first! As I am chronically early, a few minutes hovering beneath an overhang on a fancy apartment building keeping us dry, we were on our way and still on time

Big Assed Bike bags on the street (with wheels)

Arriving in Gros, I was astounded by the amount of people who showed up. And the kids; a zillion of them, all shapes, sizes and ages. Estimates in the paper the next day reported 700 people. Off we went! There was no Zoom. Now, whose idea was it to schedule my first bike ride in the city, in the midst of several hundred other people? Nonetheless we persevered.And jockeyed into position. And made the whole ride. 

The real Tour will go directly under our apartment and I am thrilled to be able to stand on my balcony, glass of wine in hand and wave the contestants on  in July.