We had biked 10 centuries in about as many miles, from a medieval stone tower in a maze of narrow village streets to an isolated ridge with a barbed wire remnant of the Iron Curtain.
The sun was hot. The wheat fields along the wire fence were still.
It was time for a break and a tall frothy glass of the original sports drink - pivo.
That's Czech for "beer." In six days of bicycling through the southern Czech Republic, we never learned the words for bike chain or helmet or tire. But we did learn pivo.