It doesn't matter if the title of today's entry makes you think of Canned Heat or Kenny Rogers, the idea is still the same - today was time to put the rubber to the road and see what our band of cyclists was made of. After the requisite group photo we took off, initially keeping together until the friskier broke away from the peloton and set off across the countryside at high speed. The terrain was flat as we headed towards the Atlantic coast - so much so that at times it was reminiscent of the prairies; indeed as the edges of the road ahead seemed to merge at the vanishing point one would be forgiven for doubting that we were still actually in France. With my knee telling me it still hadn't fully recovered from
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