Last year me and my mate Stu did something amazing and rode from our village in Leicestershire to Paris.
Supported by Mrs G and our friend Mr Tim, we arrived in Paris the day before the end of the Tour de France and enjoyed the magical end to the first Tour ever won by a Brit
It was awesome and can’t be described in a short blog. Which is why I wrote a full account of it when we got home.
If you find a spare 15 minutes, have a read and see how we ended up on the Champs Elysees with Brad, Cav and Froome Dog
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