If I ever go back to the US my dream is to live in New Mexico. Saturday I found New Mexico in France, so now there's no need to do that. We were there for a bike race, 101km over Mt Ventoux, one of those famous passes the spandex-clad guys do in the Tour de France. There were 8 of us in the group, four Americans, one Swiss, one French, one Italian and one German, but we all spoke the language of sweat and bike grease.
