|Marne to Marne to Atlantic|
When I got off the bike in Marne, I noticed that my bike shoe was coming apart, about 3/4 of the sole had come off already.
The sock, by the way, didn't belong to anyone. At least no one we know ! And we sincerely hope Steve enjoyed the taste. I decided to stick to my beer(s). After all, it was only six miles to the finish line from here.