By now, you’ve probably heard about John Kerry’s bike crash near Geneva.
Monsieur Kerry |
Without getting into politics (All right: I’m with him on most issues!), I just want to
wish him a thorough recovery.
I have long known about, in addition to his
politics, his love of French culture.
However, I didn’t know that he brings his bicycle with him on his many
trips as Secretary of State. So now I
like him even more.
Although I winced when I heard that he might have
broken his leg, I found myself riding, vicariously, on the roads he might have
been riding. I was reliving a ride I
took in that area.
If you’ve been there (or even if you’ve looked at
a good map), you realize that Geneva is about as close as you can get to France
without being in it. OK, that might be a
slight exaggeration. But only a slight
one. It’s the pendant, if you will, in a
necklace of towns that rings Lac Leman, the “official” name of what’s more
commonly called Lac de Geneve, or Lake Geneva.
The lake washes up on French as well as Swiss shores
to its south and west. It’s really an
inland freshwater sea: Imagine one of the Great Lakes set in the Alps. I pedaled along a beautiful road within sight
of the lake—and, of course, the mountains—from Lausanne to Geneva as part of a
ride I took from Paris to Switzerland and back in 1997. It seemed ironic to me that I was rolling
along a flatter road in Switzerland than I was a day earlier, when I rode from
Besancon into Pontarlier and crossed the border at Yverdon. On the other hand, I didn’t have to pedal
very far from the lake to do some pretty serious climbing.
That ride from Besancon (one of my favorite cities
in France) to Geneva is one of the most beautiful, and most satisfying, I ever
took. It offered just about anything one
could want: arduous climbs and thrilling
descents, straightaways on which you feel lighter than air even if you’re
riding with full panniers and handlebar bag, beautiful natural scenery,
picturesque towns, history and culture, friendly and helpful people (They
understand cyclists!) and, of course, great food.
One day I will devote a post, maybe more, to that
ride. I still have to sort through my
pictures and have them scanned. (Remember:
We were still using film back then!)
I will also need to look at the journal I kept and cull some of the more
interesting, or at least relevant, passages.
That tour gave me so much material!
In a way, I feel bad for John Kerry that he got
hurt in such a place: I wouldn’t want
anything to spoil the pleasures of it, even for my worst enemy. On the other hand, I am sure he is being well
cared-for and will be back on his bike sooner than he (or anyone) can say allez!
Ouch! It has been my policy since leaving childhood to try and stay on my bicycle though a patch of sand and an unfamiliar back pedal brake threw me off at a quarter walking speed last year the day before setting off on a three day tour with friends...
ReplyDeleteOuch! It has been my policy since leaving childhood to try and stay on my bicycle though a patch of sand and an unfamiliar back pedal brake threw me off at a quarter walking speed last year the day before setting off on a three day tour with friends...
ReplyDeleteI've had my fair share of some major and minor crashes. Now that I'm in my early '60's, I tend to just ride conservatively so I can ride another day. But reading the articles online, it's as if one has to speed up mountain climbs and descend mountain roads like a daredevil for cycling to be enjoyable. Far from it. Riding is enjoyable enough.
ReplyDeleteColine--Isn't it weird that sometimes we have our accidents and injuries when we don't expect them. They always seem to happen on runs to the grocer rather than down a mountain.
ReplyDeleteAnon--I agree with you completely. For a time in my life, I was doing some of the crazy off-road stuff you describe. But I got to an age at which one doesn't heal as quickly as one does in youth, so now I stick to conservative road and path rides.