It took me a couple of days of bike riding from the Paris airport to approach the steady climb on my way to Burgundy. I was used to mountainous terrain (did I mention I was born in Hamilton?). The climb was long and into a strong headwind. Finally, I arrived at the summit and saw the other side. There it was. The Cote D’Or. A valley carpeted with vineyards. I had never seen anything like it. I started down the long ride still into the heavy wind. The wind was so strong it kept me from gaining too much speed on the decent. I didn’t have to brake at all. It was like floating. Floating down towards the vineyards. Towards something I could feel was very special. I had arrived in the world of wine, soon to be hooked.