The bike is conducive to the refrain…
and to the enchantment of the mood, of course! When we left early in the morning / When we set off on the paths / By bicycle / […] / On the small dirt roads / We often went through hell / So as not to dismount / […] / When we approached the river / We deposited in the ferns / Our bicycles / Then we rolled in the fields / Giving birth to a changing bouquet / Of grasshoppers, butterflies / And tree frogs.
Cycling is conducive to encounters…
even if we don't promise to meet Paulette, Firmin or Sébastien on the roads of Livradois-Forez. On the other hand, as in Yves Montand's song, there are ferns, rivers inhabited by tree frogs and fields full of pretty butterflies. And there are even beautiful villages, gentle landscapes and secret, calm and quiet places just waiting to be discovered, during a picnic or a moment of rest.
Cycling is conducive to effort…
but, if like Alexandre Vialatte, you judge that this country hides more climbs than descents, you are free to use a electrically assisted vehicle, likely to make your hike lighter! You will then be able to pedal without difficulty, while imagining the words that the great chronicler of La Montagne could have said about this modern means of transport.
Finally, the bike is conducive to daydreaming…
and you can imagine a discussion between Vialatte and Montand on the subject of the practice of the Little Queen... “And so is Allah great! "… " A bicycle".
