The Tour de France may be one positive-dope-test-shy of a complete sham, but the geography’s still beyond par. And now that Google has street-mapped the Tour route, one of my favorite places is closer than a cliche. “Turn 11”, Alpe d’Huez. It’s no No Flash Corner, but still.
Every July I wish I was there again, riding over those climbs on my old Trek, eating lots of chevre, and making field recordings of sheep on the Col du Tourmalet. (Though not at the same time.)