One of the nice things about riding on a hot day with low humidity, as I did today, is that the weather isn't nearly as oppressive as it is with high humidity. On the other hand, if you're like me, you drink anything and everything in sight. Still, I think I got to the Ferry less fatigued than these guys:
Helene is in front; the bikes behind her were ridden by the two recliners. At least nobody can be accused of reading over this guy's shoulder!:
As befitting a high-class English lady with some French culture, Helene was her usual modest self:
With her, the ride was definitely smooth sailing:
