How do I love cycling in the hills of the Périgord Noir? Let me count the ways. First of all, the roads are generally in great shape — well paved, very few potholes. Second, the scenery is wonderful because the hills are typically forested. And finally, the roads snake up the hills, twisting and turning, so that the climbs are rarely too tough and the descents are usually long and interesting.
A case in point was my 30-kilometre ride yesterday morning, from the heart of the Greater Daglan Area (our home) to Prats-du-Périgord and back, on my road bike. There is a large hill between Prats and the village of St. Pompon that’s just right for training (going up) and having fun (going down).
From the top of that hill to our front steps, it’s exactly 11.1 kilometres — and on the way home, I had to use my pedals for less than half that distance. That’s right — I glided from the top of the hill without once pedalling, for 6.2 kilometres, all the way through St. Pompon and beyond the village limits.
By then I was nicely rested, so I booted it home. After all, a very nice lunch was waiting for me.