This tour was organized and put out by the local cycling club TWC Verzetje. Between 07:00 and 09:00 the longer distances had to be registered. Around a quarter to nine, I was at the pub where I had to register, it seemed to be a chilled ethos. There were some cyclists who drank a cup of coffee on the terrace of the bar. Nice! I had been awake for a while with my soigneur, but our night was a short one. We went to a kings night concert in Eindhoven. But I was ready, I had signed up and I got a MARS bar which I kept for later. It was time to rock and roll the streets!
There were some groups ahead of me, which was nice so I could just roll in and wake up. I was not the only one who joined, there was a cyclist from Schijndel who came to roll beside me on a Bianchi so we made a nice group. We came to talk because he started talking about my bike. I told him about my passion for coloured bikes, especially the ones I soon will sell by the name of Licello. So we got to talk, and that was really cool.
After 25 kilometres of cycling appeared the split between 75km and 115km, and the group seemed to cycle the 75km. So they went right and we had to turn left. The Bianchi man from Schijndel and I were on our own. Fortunately, the wind came from the north and we cycled on Dutch dikes of the river Maas to the east, north / east. I have to say, it’s not funny anymore how long the wind blows up here in the Netherlands. We cycled next to each other for a while and talked for a bit. But soon when we head north / east I seemed to be slightly fitter and did the work up front. I closed after several kilometres of work up front a gap between us two and a group. Phoehoooe I thought, this is better for my legs to ride in a group for a while. It’s a shame that it was not for long, we arrived at half time of the distance of the tour. And this group we just catched up with was ready for a pit stop. So off we went, to ride again in pairs.
Suddenly I thought, and I saw how calm it actually was on the streets. In addition to the wind I heard chirping birds and the rustle of our tires very clear on the tarmac. I heard a dog barking or a lamb bleating and the sound of switching to another gear. How cool is that, it can be so quiet in the Netherlands. I really enjoyed it. Cycling is really every time like a little vacation. It’s like a beautiful journey. But soon I was already busy with work up front again, and we still had a long way to the end. The way now went through the small Brabant villages where I never had been. That’s so nice of riding different tours.
After nearly four hours of cycling it seemed that the 115-kilometer tour was 125 kilometers long. The Bianchi dude and I riding to the pub where we finally finished. All chairs on the terrace were completely occupied, but where were the cyclist? Are they all still on tour or did they go home? Not that it matters, but an après-bike would have been nicer to finish with, this King’s tour. The Bianchi dude already told me during the tour that celebrating the king’s day was not his thing. Therefore we cycled today this beautiful tour. So we decided to shake hands and not have a beer together. I still had to ride 25km from Schijndel to Den Bosch. The Bianchi dude thanked me for the work up front and we rode we both our own way. On the road for an après-bike at home.