With three hundred kilometres to cover today, we broke the back before 8am and stopped for breakfast at a roadside diner. With full bellies and time to spare, we were ready for a fun diversion.
Occasionally Gary's tight fisted parsimony pays off big time. In an effort to avoid his incessant whinging about toll fees, we exited the motorway just prior to the little town of St Joan.
This led us through some of the best mountain riding I have experienced, with perfectly smooth tarmac and an endless procession of tight twisting corners hugging the mountainside. It is obviously the local biker's playground, with literally dozens of bike riders out with precisely the same intention of scraping corner after corner.
