We headed out to ride the famous Ronde Von Vlannderen (Tour of Flanders). The start town Odenarde is perhaps the first town in Belgium I (Mitch) could imagine living in. It would be a great place/area for a summer home. The ride was amazing. The scenery was the best part. The rolling hills and twisty often-cobbled roads are a cyclists dream. We rode up the famous Koppenburg (a cobbled and very steep hill). Very impressive as now I understand why you see some of the Pro racers keel over half way up the thing.
I stopped the ride about half way through and headed back for town on my own. Devon and I were celebrating our second anniversary that day and as a consequence I was missing her terribly. I tried to find an internet café or something to be in touch with her somehow but had no such luck. I had to wait until we got home again late that evening, but as soon as I could hear her voice on the phone I was in better spirits and ready to continue with the riding. I know—a bit sappy.
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