at some point around dawn, after leaving Mortagne Au Perche, I found myself mixed in with a pack of Japanese cyclists, their jerseys proclaiming them as coming from Saitama, on the outskirts of Tokyo. I spoke no Japanese, and their English was rudimentary; but they could point at my Honjo fenders with smiles and approval and I could point at an interestingly mounted map holder and flash a thumbs up. That's all we needed.
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