89km (55 miles)
When looking for things to do, Mark brought up that that the French super bike racing would be happening at Magny Cours. While not a follower of the race series, I was definitely interested in the place and the race course.
MacBean and I did not plan on having the same types of hats but they work pretty well for bald pates. Someone pretty soon coined Bill and Ben (the flower pot men) as a moniker.
The racing was good but there was a lot of red flag action. The first race which was a smaller class ended up being red-flagged and called early. Then during qualifying for the European bikes – not sure what the class is yet – ended with a red-flag. Then the first super bike race was stopped after a lap for a crash.
When the race got going for real, the factory Honda rider ran away with it. He was a second a lap or more faster than his team mate his closest rival. For the back of the field, he was a good eight seconds a lap faster than. I figured he only needed one more lap to begin lapping the back of the field.
It was another scorcher of a day, so the beach was calling our name for a cool off. This time with a view of Nevers in the background. The river was flowing quite a bit more than the others we’d swum in and carried you quickly downstream.
No, this is not me taking advantage of a homeless person, just Martyn. He can sleep anywhere and seemingly under any conditions.
After we got checked in at the lodgings, Martyn went for another dozzle. MacBean and I walked into town for a refreshing beer and pastis.
Given the restaurant had crème brûlée on the menu, I had to give it a try. It was quite good. The brûléed sugar was crackly and crunch but not a solid sheet of caramelized sugar.
