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Race the wind north.
2026-04-01
The mistral is nothing if not predictable. It arrives from the north, on time, every time. The forecast had a brief lull in the wind this morning, and I had a plan: Ride north, catch the tailwind when it whips up in a couple hours. I didn't hit the wall of wind until Nyons where I stopped briefly to acquire a sack of the village's famous olives. Soon after I turned south, climbing through the alpine-esque valley below the sleepy village of Montauleiu and onto the gravel road through the forest that connects the Col du Lantons to the Col du Voté. By the time I exited the forest the air was warm and the wind was at my back




