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It's hard to believe an entire year has passed since our first trip to France together. Last year we went to the West of France -- the Dordogne -- where Speedo* did his 9th European bicycle trip. He cycled about 500 miles, and I drove our rental car. I was exhausted. What an amazing, magical trip. Here he is climbing Puy Mairie in the pouring rain. He was the only one out of the group of about 15 who made it all the way to the top.
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Here's a photo of one of my favorite villages from last year...
*If you don't know why I use "Speedo" as Brad's nickname, it's from a conversation I had with his late Mother, June. I once asked her how he got his name. "Is Bradley an old family name?" I asked. "No," she countered, "I was shopping for underwear for my husband and passed by a display of swim trunks called the 'Bradley.' I liked it, so that's what I named him..."
I was dumbfounded, of course, and turned to Brad and said, "Well! I guess you should be glad she didn't pass the Speedo display first!" I've called him Speedo ever since...
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*If you don't know why I use "Speedo" as Brad's nickname, it's from a conversation I had with his late Mother, June. I once asked her how he got his name. "Is Bradley an old family name?" I asked. "No," she countered, "I was shopping for underwear for my husband and passed by a display of swim trunks called the 'Bradley.' I liked it, so that's what I named him..."
I was dumbfounded, of course, and turned to Brad and said, "Well! I guess you should be glad she didn't pass the Speedo display first!" I've called him Speedo ever since...
