2018 was another great year on the bike. Here is a selection of my best photos, from the roads of the Giro to the snowy slopes of my beloved Alpes Vaudoises.
Enjoy and have a fantastic 2019 full of long bike rides, trips to new places, good food, meaningful moments with your friends and families, and time away from your screens.
The Colle Delle Finestre is one of my favorite climbs in the Alps. I work as a bike guide and rode it with a group of clients just before the famous Giro stage won by Chris Froome. No cars were allowed ahead of the race so it was just us, the snow and the dirt road.A memorable day on the Giro d’Italia roads, witnessing the epic battle for the maglia rosa. Tom Dumoulin and Thibaut Pinot tried everything but Chris Froome was just too strongIn July, I took a group of friends on the Tour des Alpes Vaudoises, a 4 day tour in our local mountains. Here near the top of the Col de la Croix.The Nufenen (2’478m) is the second highest paved pass in Switzerland. Its north side is a relentless climb amongst dark peaksSunset ride in the Swiss vineyards. Photo taken at the start of the climb to the Col de la Croix in the Alpes VaudoisesClimbing Passo Sella in the Dolomites on a clear October day with a dust of snow on the surrounding peaks. Road cycling at its bestMy last bike trip of the season was a holiday. I explored the Strade Bianche in Tuscany and got to enjoy some fantastic sunsetsAfter a long road cycling season in the Alps, we found new motivation by scouting the dirt roads above Villars-sur-Ollon on gravel bikes with LucaWe were treated to a beautiful autumn in Switzerland this year. A great opportunity to explore the small roads around our hometown of Gryon with LucaWhat do you do when it snows but there is not enough white stuff to go ski touring? Just ride your bike and enjoy the views
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I’m writing this piece on the way back from a family vacation in Tuscany with my wife Lillie and our son Ben. A perfect week of riding, eating, laughing and relaxing in the beautiful Tuscan light. This reminds me that I was not so relaxed at the same time last year: I was rushing to wrap up a big project for Switzerland Tourism and Grand Tours Project, which I shared on ALPSinsight a few months ago.
I had all year to do this job, which only meant one thing: I spent all year doing other work and I ended up in a mad dash to take pictures of a bunch of cycling loops before trees would lose all their leaves and snow would make many roads unrideable. Not to mention that photos of a freezing cyclist wearing booties, leg warmers, a thick jacket and big gloves are not ideal to promote a destination as a cycling paradise.
Fortunately, the weather was on my side and I was able to shoot all I needed on a final road trip across Switzerland in October with my friend and model Luca. And it actually worked out brilliantly: the riding was fantastic and the photos were amongst the best I had ever taken.
Which makes me wonder, why is cycling in autumn so awesome? Well, the first reason that spring to my mind is that you enjoy every ride as if it was the last one before winter. You have this feeling that every mountain you climb might get covered in snow soon and the next time you’ll be here will be in the spring. Although you need may warmers and a wind breaker when you start your rides and on downhills, you’re still wearing a short sleeved jersey and bib shorts… but you have this inner fear that this might be the last time your arms and your calves will be exposed to sunlight this year. Soon, they will inexorably turn to this pale, chicken like look you’ll be ashamed to sport when warm weather comes back in a few months.
But autumn is not just the last bit of decent riding before winter. In the Alps, it is also a special season that’s better than any other time of the year. The summer heat is behind and the air is crisp; it makes climbing a much more pleasant exercise. Also, holidays are over: the traffic is minimal – no more of this endless procession of motorbikes, camper vans and cars that spoils every ascension of popular Alpine passes during summer. In autumn, everything is quiet and it’s like you have the mountains for yourself. It is a great feeling.
Autumn: when tourists are gone and cows are still there
“There’s also the fact that you’ve had all year to ride” says Lillie. “You’re fit enough, so nothing is extraordinarily hard and you’re not training for something. You’re just doing it for the pleasure of riding.” Autumn is the training for nothing season. You forget the watts and the Strava PRs. It’s freedom.
The photographer in me will also say that autumn is a feast for the eyes. In the Alps, summer is green and blue. Autumn is that too… and more. The yellow and the red of the trees. The whole spectrum of browns on the high pastures, the white on top of the peaks. Nature is putting on a last show before winter and the low light is way more picturesque than the harsh sun of July. In other words: autumn is the best time to pimp your Instagram feed with beautiful images.
So, the end of summer is not the end of cycling season. There’s autumn, and it’s right now in Switzerland. We’ve just experienced an incredible few weeks of warm and dry weather, which made for fabulous riding. The first cold spell just hit us but this won’t last and we can look forward to more long rides before the weather turns yucky for good.
Looking for inspiration? Here is a selection of loops I designed and shot for Switzerland Tourism that are great to ride in autumn.
Säntis Classic
The climb to Schwägalp (1,278m) offers great views on the Säntis, the highest mountain in the Alpstein massif of northeastern Switzerland (see headline picture). And the descent to Urnäsch is super fun, especially on a quiet autumn day. But my favorite part of this loop is the SuisseMobile bike route between Ebnat-Kappel and Neu Sankt Johann in the beautiful Toggenburg valley. Quiet roads, farms and cows: it can’t get more Swiss than that.
The Jura is the ‘other’ mountain range of Switzerland. It may not be as famous as the Alps, but it offers great riding on quiet and scenic roads. Especially in autumn, when the high passes get a bit chilly at the top. This loops links two popular climbs in the canton (province) of Vaud: the Col du Marchairuz (1,447m) and the Col du Mollendruz (1,280m). On a clear day, you can catch a glimpse of the mighty Mont Blanc (4,807m) on the other side of Lake Geneva.
Climbing the Col du Mollendruz with the Mont Blanc in the background
Lake Lucerne is one of the most visited places in Switzerland, but it is not known as a road cycling territory. And in summer, the busy roads might indeed be a bit intimidating. But once the tourists are gone, the shores of Lake Lucerne become much more inviting. This was the last loop we rode and shot with Luca last year. And we finished the project on a high note: a beautiful light, great views on the lake and surroundings peaks… and a boat ride between Beckenried and Gersau.
Luca enjoying the autumn sun on the shores of Lake Lucerne
Have you ever heard of the Mont Ventoux of Switzerland? The Mont Chasseral (1,607m) shares several features with its French big brother: there’s a big antenna at the top, it’s a dead end and it offers a view for miles in all directions. It’s part of a challenging loop that takes you above the haze that can cover the lower parts of Switzerland on many autumn days.
I live close to this loop, which I can often ride late in the season when most high alpine passes are already closed. I love the quiet road up the Mittelberg pass (1,633m) near the famous resort of Gstaad – a great hub for discovering the western part of the Swiss Prealps. As you ride through Pringy, take a right and climb to the medieval village of Gruyères to taste its eponymous cheese.
Are you looking for more information on cycling in Switzerland? Give me a shout, I’ll be happy to help. This may include taking you for a ride on my favorite roads… you’ve been warned.
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Less than 4 years ago, I was working in an office – of an organisation I had been employed by since 1994. Things were not bad: my colleagues were cool (well, most of them) and I was making good money. We had free coffee, and I was riding my bike at lunchtime.
I was enjoying myself and claiming that I was dealing with super important stuff for the future of the world cycling. Oh and I had just started an MBA, with the classic ambition of ‘taking a step up’ in my career.
Today, I am a bike guide, riding with guests on epic roads in Switzerland and Europe. I also pretend that I am a photographer and a writer. Plus I like to be called by a funny nickname, A Swiss With A Pulse. One day, I will explain where it comes from – it’s a good story.
So what happened to me? Am I one of these social media heroes who decided to quit the rat race and had the courage to turn his hobby into a job? If you’re expecting me to share my secret recipe, you’ll be disappointed. It was not a fairy tale: I lost my job in miserable circumstances and had to find something else to do, quickly.
At first, I was shit scared and running around like a headless chicken. But my wife Lillie, the craziest and most supportive wife ever, convinced me that I had another set of skills in me and could reinvent myself. Even if it meant struggling to pay our bills for a while.
Check out this video as well as the story that goes with it, produced by Switzerland Tourism. Their English is funny but they did a brilliant job capturing the essence of who I’m trying to be and what I do. It’s not about the bike, as someone said: it’s about sharing the life of the community I live in… about enjoying the beauty of the mountains. Eating good food and meeting inspiring people. All the simple and authentic things that make me – and my guests – happy.
Before, I wanted to change the world; today, I just try to have a positive impact on human beings around me. That’s my purpose, what makes me get up in the morning.
Click here to read the full story on MySwitzerland, featuring my friends Brooke and Luca.
Maybe you don’t want to change your life, or you don’t have to. But what you can do is to take a break and do something fun that matters to you from time to time… like going on a big bike ride. Shameless plug: join me on the roads of the Alpes Vaudoises and beyond. We’ll ride bikes, we’ll climb a mountain or three, we’ll take pictures and we’ll eat cheese. Lots of cheese.
And if we fall short of conversation subjects, we can also talk management accounting, business economics or brand strategy: I finished my MBA between two tours last year. I got my picture taken with a square hat and I‘m now the most overqualified cycling guide in the world.
Alain
Photos: Switzerland Tourism
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Nobody on their deathbed has ever said “I wish I had spent more time at the office”. Chances are you’ve read this somewhere, and the popularity of this quote suggests something to me: there are many people out there who are bored by their job and wish they were doing something else; that’s scary. Until robots replace us, we humans will spend a large part of our life working. Some would argue that this will happen very soon, but I believe that the deathbed meme will keep making rounds on the internet for a while.
I can’t complain much about my work: guiding bike tours, taking photos and writing are all about sharing experiences that make people happy. There are worse jobs. I can also climb a mountain on my lunch ride, or go for a quick ski. But the fact that my wife thinks that I work too much and that I should spend more time doing other things should ring a bell. Maybe I should think of the deathbed story a little more and revisit what we like to call “work-life balance”.
The good news is, I already have a great coach for that. His name is Graham, and I’m lucky to have him as a friend. Most of us are weekend warriors; Graham is a week warrior: he goes on adventures during the week so that he can be with his family on weekends. This guy has it figured out, and he has a good life.
Graham the week warrior
Graham keeps coming up with fun ideas for micro adventures that involve biking, skiing or running up and down mountains. Most of the time my answer is a variation on the theme of “I would love to come but you know, I have too much work. Have fun!” He shares A LOT of pictures on social media, as if to remind me that I could have been with him, you know, had I not been so busy.
Yet on a recent Tuesday, I finally decided to join him and his usual partner in crime Kate on a ski mountaineering day trip to the Col des Ecandies. I should also add that I am lucky to live in the Swiss Alps… where you can leave home at 8am, go for an adventure in the high mountains and be back by 4pm.
Here’s how my day went:
Woke up and had breakfast with my son Ben; prepared ham and cheese sandwiches
Dropped Ben off at daycare
Met up with Graham and Kate in the valley, drove to Champex-Lac
Started skinning up Val d’Arpette in the shade, looking up at the sun drenched peaks
Chatted and joked on how it must be nicely warm up there
Stopped for pictures
Got my left hand very cold, swung my arms like a mad man to get the blood back into my fingers (this trick is supposed to work)
Repeated the process four times and finally gave up
Kept stopping for pictures
Got to the top – in the shade. Ate my ham and cheese sandwiches with my right hand, which got very cold in the process
Skied down in a mix of awesome powder and horrible wind blown snow – all in the shade, of course
Got back to the car park where we felt the sun on our faces for the first time that day
Started feeling my left hand again sometime during the drive back
Got home, had a quick nap, then picked up Ben from daycare.
Getting to the Col des Ecandies – in the shade
Once I was on my skis, I never wondered if it was a good idea to be there rather than in front of a screen. There was nothing outstanding about what we did, but I will remember that day for the rest of my life; not the hours I would have spent crunching numbers on a spreadsheet, emptying a bottomless email inbox or checking my social media feed. And I made my wife happy too for ditching work for a change.
We should all be so lucky to have a Graham in our lives. And if we don’t, then be the Graham.
We live in a world obsessed by data. We want to measure everything. How many likes did I get on my latest Instagram picture? how many steps did I take today? How many calories did I burn? In cycling, this obsession has a name and it’s Strava. We all know it: if it’s not on Strava, it did not happen…
I love Strava. It allows me to keep track of what I’m doing. It helps me kick my ass to get better and improve that PR. And with a year that has just come to an end, everyone is sharing a nifty video that shows how many days you were active in 2017, how many kilometers you rode, what was your longest ride and many other metrics. It’s a giant contest, a variation of the ‘mine is bigger than yours’ theme that is running our society.
So what does Strava have to say about my 2017 cycling year?
I rode just short of 10’000km, 9’689 to be precise. If I had not been lazy on a few occasions and stayed home to drink coffee instead of getting out on my bike, I would have hit the magical 10K. And I would be bragging about it.
I climbed 170’000m. If you live in Holland or Florida you must be jealous but this is not quite like the 196’000m I did in 2015, the year I rode the Transcontinental Race.
I’m getting older and I lose more KOMs than I take these days. Oh well.
Looking at this data, it would be easy to conclude that it was an average year for me. But no. It felt like a badass year, and I’m super stoked about it. Why? I went to many, many cool places. And does Strava fail to capture this badasseness? Not if you look a bit further and check this nerdy website that uses Strava data to create a map showing where you rode in a given period of time.
Where I rode in Switzerland in 2017. The yellow spot on the bottom left is the Alpes Vaudoises where I live and train.
If I look at where I have ridden in Switzerland in 2017, I see that I have been to 22 of the 26 cantons of the country. Yes, Switzerland is tiny and has 26 provinces… I only missed Appenzell Innerrhoden, Appenzell Ausserrhoden, Zug and Basel Stadt. That’s more than I have ever ridden my homeland before, and it makes me happy.
Here are some highlights:
taking old and new friends on my home roads of the Alpes Vaudoises. They each documented their ride in their own style: Dan Patitucci with pictures, Mike Cotty with a video and Mike Blewitt with an article in a magazine. How cool is that?
two bikepacking trips across the north of the country to check the routes of trips for Grand Tours Project. In March from Zurich to Luzern and in July from the Bodensee to Lausanne. Switzerland is not just about the mountains, the lower parts of the country are covered with a tight network of quiet farm roads that are fun to ride.
17 days on the road between July and October with my friend Luca to shoot pictures for Switzerland Tourism. Expect more stories on this project here and on ALPSinsight soon.
supporting Grand Tours Project guests on the best climbs in Switzerland: Grosse Scheidegg, Tremola, Albula, Sanetsch, Grimsel… A year where I climbed the Grosse Scheidegg and the Tremola twice can’t be a bad year.
Data is great, but it’s only useful if it relates to a purpose. When checking your Strava stats, think of which ones are meaningful for you. Don’t just count the kilometers… It’s all about the experiences you have on your bike. Because experiences are what makes us happy.
Have a badass 2018
Alain
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Riding with Dan in the Alpes Vaudoises with the Mont Blanc in the background. Photo: PatitucciPhoto
On our road trip for Switzerland Tourism: Luca in the Piano di Magadino in Ticino
Crossing Lake Lucerne by boat while checking the route of a Grand Tours Project trip in March
On the Col du Sanetsch with Polly during SUF Camp in June
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What do we do when we have some down time? Chances are, we look at a screen. An old fashioned TV screen for those of us who were born in the 20th century, or more likely a laptop, a tablet or a phone. You might want to read this post by the awesome Semi-Rad about our addiction to our phones. Once again, the dude nails it.
But it’s not always been like that.
When I was a kid, I used to spend the Christmas holidays with my cousins in a chalet with no TV and no phone line. This was way before mobile phones took over our lives. We would spend our days skiing in the backcountry and our evenings playing board and card games. I first learnt about capitalism by playing Monopoly when I was 10.
This is where I spent countless holidays during the pre-smartphone age
So when Gaspare from Passtricot contacted me to get photos of Swiss passes for a card game called Passquartett, it felt great for three reasons.
Firstly, it brought me back to the happy times of my childhood. Passquartett is a way to experience the simple pleasure of playing games with friends. Instead of counting how many likes our latest Instagram shot is getting or checking another cat video.
Secondly, I felt that the value of my photography was recognised. For once someone was not stealing my pictures or promising ‘exposure’ to use my work for free – work in which I had invested my time, my money and my skills. The guy was serious, fair and honest. It was a true pleasure working with him.
Finally, it gave me an opportunity to share my passion for the Swiss Alps. The game features most of the best cycling climbs in Switzerland I have written about for Grand Tours Project, plus some others. I’m happy to have provided images for the Grosse Scheidegg, the Gurnigel, the Col des Mosses, the Col du Pillon, the Col de la Croix, the Croix de Coeur and Moosalp. Most of the other pictures have been shot by Berthold Steinhilber.
What a year. I wrote it twelve months ago: 2015 was the beginning of a new journey. It continued in 2016 with many ups, and a few downs. Where shall I begin?
Certainly with Grand Tours Project. Starting a cycling tour company from scratch was a huge challenge. Did we succeed? Virtually nothing went according to plan, but that’s the norm for every start up company. What matters is that we ran a bunch of kick-ass tours and saw big smiles on the face of our guests. Just read their stories on our blog: Beth at the Giro, Kath at the Maratona dles Dolomites or David in Sardinia. Huge thanks to Keith, Grand Tours Project’s founder and Chief Purpose Officer, for his support and guidance throughout this first season.
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My personal highlight was to (re)discover my own country. Switzerland is not on the radar of many cycling fans; those who believe they can only reach nirvana on the legendary passes of the Tour and the Giro in France and Italy. But a new trend is emerging: there is an appetite for exploring new destinations, and the Swiss Alps are a fabulous playground for cyclists with breathtaking landscapes, challenging climbs, perfectly surfaced roads and little traffic.
Throughout the year, we ran tours, helped with media trips, wrote stories and shot pictures on Swiss roads: the Grosse Scheidegg, the Tremola, the Sanetsch, the Col de la Croix (my home climb) and many more. The incredibly positive feedback that I got convinced me: this country is a hidden gem and I’m now on a mission to share my passion for cycling in Switzerland with the world. You’re going to see a lot more of it soon… you’ve been warned!
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Not so long ago, I was afraid of sharing personal experiences. “Who would find them interesting?” said the introvert in me. I started, slowly, with photography. And much to my surprise, I found an audience (thank you, Instagram). Then I added words and started blogging on A Swiss With A Pulse. It was freaking hard and I struggled to post on a consistent basis – I still do. But I enjoyed it and found out that some people were actually reading my stuff. in 2015, CyclingTips gave me the opportunity to share my Transcontinental Race adventure in words and images. I could not believe the feedback I got: people from all around the world were inspired by my story. It was not something superhuman, never done before or fictional. Just what I did, what I saw, and how it changed me. This is when I discovered myself a true passion for storytelling, which has grown ever since.
Over the last twelve months, I’ve worked with a bunch of brilliant publications and brands to share what I love and do best: ride my bike in beautiful places and meet cool people on the way. This included riding a gravel bike on the Strada dell’ Assietta with my friends Jacqui and Dan, following Beth on the roads of the Valais region, discovering Sardinia with the locals, making a bunch of new friends in Mallorca, telling all about my favorite Swiss roads and bikepacking from San Francisco to LA. You might have seen some of these stories if you’re a reader of Cycling Plus, Vélo Magazine, RoadBIKE Magazine, Adventure (China), RIDE Cycling Review, Road Cycling UK or ALPSinsight. Thanks to them, as well as Scott, Rapha and Apidura, I’ve been given a platform to inspire people to get on their bikes, go for an adventure and create meaningful memories for themselves.
Finding time: a post on the Apidura blog
An article about cycling in Switzerland for RIDE Cycling Review
Gravel Biking on the Strada dell’Assietta for Adventure (China) – photos: PatitucciPhoto
To no surprise, I rode less this year than in previous years. And that’s fine. Because I had to make room for all these cool new things I’m doing, and for family time with our little Ben. Still, I had an awesome bike adventure in California, rode the Maratona dles Dolomites, explored the Strada dell’Assietta and discovered Sardinia. Not bad for an ‘off’ year…. Fun fact: I was looking at my calendar the other day and found out that the month where I rode my bike the most was… December with 22 rides. Why? No snow, sun and dry roads. In other words, sensational riding conditions. And I live in a ski town where I should have been shredding the gnar from my doorstep. It was the same twelve months earlier. With climate change, alpine resorts need to rethink their model and cycling is part of their future. You read it here first (or maybe not).
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Family. Thank you for giving a purpose to my life. Thank you Ben for being the best baby ever and inspiring me to be the best possible dad. Thank you Lillie: you’re renovating our chalet with your own hands and just need me from time to time to carry a plaster board or plant some nails. But all the rest is you. Soon we’ll be moving back into our brand new bedroom and I’ll be so proud of my architect / finance manager / badass builder wife. Thank you Wendy, my lovely daughter. 22 years old? Where did time go? Thank you Mum, I’m so happy to visit you with Ben every Thursday to eat pizza and meringues week in, week out. Thank you Dad. You left us in May; I know you wanted to hold on long enough to see Ben walk, but it did not happen. In your own way, you have been my biggest supporter in everything I’ve done in my life. I miss you so much.
And thank you friends! You know who you are. Life would be considerably less fun without you.
All of the above takes time, in a world where we feel increasingly busy. Busy is the buzz word right now. « How are you? » « Oh, I’m so busy ». But we do so much stuff that we struggle to see what really matters. A few months ago, this is what I wrote on the Grand Tours Project blog:
“most of us complain that only a portion of what keeps us so busy is meaningful. We feel like we are no more than rats in a cage.”
Actually the more I think of it, the more I believe that meaningfulness is the key to happiness. So many things can be meaningful. For me, it’s riding my bike at sunset. The big grin on my guests’ face after a day riding up and down mountains. My son making his first steps towards his mum. As opposed to the view of an overflowing email inbox or the latest cat video on Facebook.
So I’ll make a new year’s resolution: in 2017, I want to find time to live more meaningful moments with the people I love. That’s pretty catchy. What’s yours?
Alain
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The 2016 Transcontinental Race is underway. 5 and a half days after the start in Geraardsbergen (Belgium), Kristof Allegaert has ridden 2640km and leads the race as he approaches checkpoint 4 in Montenegro. Yes, you read it correctly. That’s about 480km per day. Unsupported. Oh, and he has to pick his route between every check point.
“Our experiences are a bigger part of ourselves than our material goods. You can really like your material stuff. You can even think that part of your identity is connected to those things, but nonetheless they remain separate from you. In contrast, your experiences really are part of you. We are the sum total of our experiences.” That’s what Dr. Thomas Gilovich, a psychology professor, says in a Fast Company article I came across recently. And it is exactly why 2015 was an incredible year for me. I collected many memorable experiences, and I feel now a much better person.
2014 marked the end of an era. I had spent the last four years working with the Beijing city government, teams, riders and many partners to organise the Tour of Beijing. Four incredible years where I discovered an amazing culture, learnt a lot and made life long friends. But all good things come to an end. The UCI’s ‘new management’ did not renew its contract with Beijing; after a 20 year stint with cycling’s world governing body, I was shown the door, like so many of my friends and colleagues. A good thing for the UCI? Time will tell. For me? I can’t complain. Here’s my new journey beginning in 2015.
We live in the Swiss Alps. Winter usually means fun in the snow and we had good conditions for ski touring and cross country skiing at the beginning of the year. I love both and many days start with a tough choice. Play in the powder, hop on the skinny skis or ride my bike?
One day I did not have to choose because I had better things to do. On January 16 I got married with Lillie. My life partner, my best friend, my training buddy…. The party was great and 2015 could not start in a better way.
Photo: PatitucciPhoto
Usually I try to enjoy the snow as long as I can and don’t ride much until April. However, this year was an exception. With the prospect of being jobless, I had signed up for the Transcontinental Race. When else in my life would I ever find the time? I needed to prepare myself for this gruelling adventure. So in March I embarked on a 5 day tour to the south of France and back to test my legs, my mind and my equipment. 1,000km later, I knew I could do it.
The Gorges de la Nesque near Mont Ventoux
I was back on snow in early April to participate in my first big ski mountaineering race: the Trophée du Muveran. I was pushed out of my comfort zone on several occasions along the 28km and 2,300m of climbing (and descending!) course, but I made it with the support of my teammate and friend Christophe. One box ticked from my bucket list.
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After that it was all about the bike with many fun projects. In May I was part of a video promoting road cycling in the region of Gstaad-Saanenland.
Cycling tourism has huge potential in Switzerland and it is great to see that prestigious resorts such as Gstaad recognise it.
I also travelled to Provence with Lillie and my daughter Wendy for a few days of bike exploration. Good food, good riding and good company made for a great get away. And… Lillie was pregnant. Although it did not prevent her from climbing Mont Ventoux and she shared her story on Ella.
Almost there!
The Transcontinental Race was getting closer and I went for some more giant rides to get ready: a Tour du Mont Blanc in two days and a memorable Solstice Ride. 404km across Switzerland with Chris, Graham and Alan – my biggest ride ever.
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Then I was off to the Dolomites for the Maratona. I love this part of the world and we had a fantastic time with a great group.
On Passo Valparola with Evan
The Transcontinental Race… a 4,400km life changing experience from Geraardsbergen, Belgium to Istanbul. No route. No stages. No support. But tons of memories.
The infamous Strada dell’Assietta above Sestrières, Italy
There are so many people I want to thank for their support: Lillie, the TCR widow; my friend Chris, who convinced me to enter this crazy race, and his wife Heather; CyclingTips, for giving me the opportunity to share my race with their readers; Scott Sports – the Solace was my best buddy for 16 days; Mike Hall, the evil genius who invented and organises the Transcontinental Race with his fantastic team; and last but not least the TCR racers, an amazing community of people from all walks of life sharing a passion for adventure cycling.
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The stinkiest picture of cycling history with the day 16 finishers
A summer well spent. But there was more. A new house! Not a big move in distance (just a few kilometres), but definitely in our life. We have our own chalet in the Alps, a dream come true. OK, it’s an object, but this one will generate so many meaningful experiences in the years to come. And Gryon is a great little community where we truly feel at home.
The new A Swiss With A Pulse HQ
In September, I spent a week on the roads of Switzerland with Keith Tuffley and his wife Yvette. And I could call this work: I am incredibly lucky to be the Chief Cycling Officer of Grand Tours Project, the cycling holiday company founded by Keith. It’s a huge challenge and I can’t thank Keith enough for giving me this opportunity to create experiences on and off the bike, and share them with like minded cyclists. Have a look at our tours – which one would you like to join?
Keith and Yvette on the Oberalp
And if that was not enough, I was back on some of the big Swiss alpine passes in early October with my friends Graham and Jen for Roadtripping Switzerland, a story for CyclingTips. Another opportunity to showcase what Switzerland has to offer to cyclists.
At 4.34am on October 19, Benjamin Maurice was born. The best baby ever (no fatherly pride here of course). I see many biking adventures coming… Is there a family category at the Transcontinental Race?
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After a good start in November, winter took a break in December and the snow went missing in the Alps. Climate change? In any case, a good reason to be back on the bike after 2 months of low mileage and complete the Rapha Festive 500.
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Veloviewer tells me that I covered the distance between Paris and the Marshall Islands and climbed the altitude of Everest 27 times in 2015 on my bike, my skis and my feet.
2015 on Veloviewer
But that’s just part of the picture. Family, adventure, photography and writing were in fact far more important. In 2015 I learnt that it is never too late to reinvent yourself, and that experiences make you rich, not things. So… be ambitious. Be crazy. Be happy. Be thankful. And ride your bike, of course.
Happy New Year, and let’s see what 2016 has in store.
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I failed. My goal was to complete the Transcontinental Race in less than 15 days in order to make it to the finishers’ party. But I reached Café Hisar on the Bosphorus in Istanbul on August 9, 15 days, 20 hours and 25 minutes after starting from the famous Muur van Geraardsbergen in Belgium. No party for me.
Why? I was fit. I was well prepared: my Scott Solace was the right bike for this gruelling challenge, I was carrying exactly what I needed, and I had plotted the best possible route thanks to the invaluable advice of my friend Chris, a TCR veteran (without him, I would still be trying to get out of some Bosnian dirt road as I am writing this piece).
But I made “rookie” mistakes.
The “rookie” mistakes
1) I forgot my passport in a gas station where I had stopped for ice cream in the Rhone valley on day 3. By the time I realised it, I was already 60km away. So I had to ride back. That’s 120km added to my route, or approximately 5 hours lost.
2) On day 5, I was a bit too enthusiastic (read: fast) on Strada dell’Assietta, an amazing but very, very bad gravel road above Sestrières, Italy. It took me more than 6 hours to complete this 40km section due to 4 pinch flats. I had to walk the last part to save my only good tube, having failed to patch the others. By the time I got off the mountain, it was almost dark. I should have followed my friend Chris’ advice to pack a better, only slightly heavier air pump which may have saved me from the seemingly endless stream of pinch flats.
The Strada dell’Assietta. Barely a road, and it went on like this for 40km
3) The infamous energy drink. Coming into Greece on day 13, I was feeling very sleepy. This is one of the big challenges for all TCR racers. Riding 15 to 17 hours and sleeping 4 to 6 hours a day (in my case) is surprisingly manageable, but there are times when you just struggle to keep your eyes open. After a while, especially on straight roads, the ride becomes monotonous and fatigue starts setting in.
Coffee, singing out loud and sprinting for imaginary town signs did not work this time. So, instead of stopping for a power nap in a field, I decided to have a so called ‘energy drink’. Within half an hour, I was on the verge of collapsing on the road side. I barely made it to a gas station where I threw up everything. I thought I would be OK and kept going, only to ride into a giant thunderstorm. This proved too much for my body, which started to shudder and shake. My only choice was to check into the next hotel, spend an hour in a hot shower and crawl into bed, thinking that my race was over.
The next morning I was fortunately feeling better. I managed to get on my bike with an empty stomach, very little appetite and a constant head wind. But in this state I could only ride 200km that day, and I had lost another 6 hours, a lot of energy and any hope of making the finishers’ party. However I was back in the race and I knew I would make it to Istanbul, no matter what.
4) Last, but not least, I failed to recognise the very nature of The Transcontinental Race. It is a race, yes, and there are some very fast riders out there. The winner, Josh Ibbett, made it to Istanbul in 9 days, 23 hours and 54 minutes. That’s more than 420 km per day, and the guy is an outstanding athlete (read more on his blog).
But for the other mere mortals like me, the TCR is about crossing a whole continent on a bike, managing one’s own speed, abilities, mechanicals, navigation skills, and inner voice which is constantly pleading to stop. More than a race, it is a life changing adventure, riding through the most remote, beautiful places, and meeting amazing people on the road.
The journey
There is no official route for the Transcontinental Race. Just a start line in Geraarsdbergen, Belgium and a finish line in Istanbul, Turkey. However, you have to ride through 4 checkpoints in between: Mont Ventoux (France), Strada dell’Assietta (Italy), Vukovar (Croatia) and Mount Lovcen (Montenegro). How you get to the checkpoints is largely up to you.
My route on the race tracker
My route, plotted with the invaluable help of Chris, was not always the most direct one; but it proved just perfect. First of all, it used roads that actually existed and were rideable. Many racers ended up on dead ends, road works, dirt roads or mega highways. Careful research using Google maps, Strava heat map, Chris’ experience last year and common sense ensured I never had such a problem. I knew I could trust the purple line on my Garmin and almost never had to improvise on the road.
This route took me through breathtaking places which is why I struggle to choose the best moment of the race. Was it the Strada dell’Assietta at sunset, in spite of the problems I had there? Or crossing Slovenia, the most bike friendly country I have ever visited? Or the mountains of Bosnia, a war field not so long ago, the unexpected discovery of the trip? Or riding up a remote pass in Albania at sunset? Or the bay of Kotor before climbing Mount Lovcen? In the end, the route was about discovery, not picking favorites, and now I have endless memories of places I wish to revisit.
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The mountains of Bosnia
The first sight of the bay of Kotor, Montenegro coming in from Bosnia
The people
The TCR is not just about where you go, it’s also the many people you meet on the road.
One of the few rules of the TCR is that drafting is not allowed. You must ride alone. But, with 170 riders all going from Belgium to Turkey on roughly similar routes, you inevitably bump into fellow racers on the way.
I never saw the top riders after the start. By the end of day 1, some were already 200km ahead of me (!). My game plan was to sustain a relatively fast pace by getting enough rest and sleep in hotels. That, combined with my passport adventure on day 3, meant that I spent the whole race catching people on the road, while some would pass me again when I was stopped. I also spent days without seeing anyone because of some specific route choices – this was the case in Bosnia on day 10. On that night, I checked into a hotel in Foca, a small town. What did I see when I asked the receptionist where I could put my bike? Another TCR rider’s machine. Kurt, a hardcore and friendly Flemish dude, was there. We had a chat in the morning, went our own way and met a few more times that day.
Kurt, the friendly Flemish dude
Did I feel lonely during the race? Sometimes. But there was always somebody around. I felt there would always be a helping hand if I had a problem, even in the most unlikely places. Like on the slopes of Mount Lovcen where a bunch of Italian tourists helped me fix a flat I was struggling to repair due to my numb hands (see below). Albania was another great example: my route took me deep into the mountains, away from the busy highways. But the roads were incredibly bad and the temperature rose to 42°C before a massive storm forced me to a stop. I found a gas station where I waited out the storm, had the best omelette ever, and was able to skype with my wife thanks to perfect wifi. I spent the rest of the day going up and down a beautiful mountain pass leading me to the Macedonian border. Every village I crossed was full of life: men chatting and laughing at café terraces, kids playing and cheering on me. This was in stark contrast with France where the countryside is deserted and I sometimes had to ride 30km before I could find a place to buy food.
The human body is amazing
I learned a lot during the TCR. About my continent, about people, but also about myself. In short, the human body is amazing. I trained hard but had never done anything close to this huge challenge. So I had no idea how I would cope with riding so much for so long. What did I experience?
1) The pains disappear. Perhaps the biggest issue I had during the first half of the race was pains in various parts of my body. Rain and cold in the first two days in Belgium and France were hard on my knees. Soon, my Achilles tendons became very painful. Riding a long portion at the end of day 2 in the aero bars strained my right hamstring. Sitting on the saddle was more and more uncomfortable. I was concerned that it would only become worse and I would eventually have to quit the race, like many. Reading their heart breaking story on the TCR Facebook group was not very comforting.
But, as new pains were coming, others were fading. The knees got better. Riding up Mont Ventoux and across the Alps meant less tension on the hamstrings. Frequent self massages and warmer weather healed my Achilles tendons. By day 9, my body was painless and remained so until the finish. My body was my best buddy.
Also, as incredible as it seems, my legs were never sore. Because riding for so long meant that I had to ride at low intensity. No KOM attempts. No town sign sprints. Just riding at a sustainable pace. On day 11, I rode 276km and climbed 4070m in Bosnia and Montenegro. My moving time was 12 hours and 54 minutes. For 11 hours and 44 minutes (91%), my heart rate was below 110bpm. My maximum was a ridiculous 123bpm.
2) Nutrition was an area where I kept making mistakes throughout the race. Gas stations are handy: they are on the road side and you can quickly grab food and drinks. But they offer a limited selection, and it’s almost all highly processed, packaged food. And you can’t race on only coke and snickers. Or maybe you can, but not for days on end. When your race is 15 days long, you need real food, not just sugar. I experienced huge dips of energy on days where I would skip meals and try to survive on only soft drinks, biscuits and potato chips. My energy was at a maximum after having burger in France, pizza in Italy, pastries in Slovenia and local, unnamed specialties in Turkey. So the lesson is: eat real food and the body will perform.
TCR nutrition at its best
3) The main problem for the second half of the race was a numb right hand. It is known as ulnar neuropathy, a common issue in ultra endurance cycling: you spend so much time holding your handlebars that you compress the ulnar nerve in your hand. The result is a loss of strength, dexterity, and sometimes pins and needles.
I started having trouble changing gears, holding a fork and giving change in gas stations. That was the funny part. However, it was more stressful to find out that it was becoming increasingly difficult to put my tire back into place when fixing a flat. I almost cried after I successfully did it at the end of a hard day spent in a head wind in Greece. The next morning, I found a bike shop and had my tires pumped up to 100psi. It ensured I had no pinch flats until the finish, but I reached the Bosphorus with a very sore bottom.
Now that I am off the bike and recovering, the hand is recovering too. Just more proof that nothing is permanent and the body can and does heal itself.
4) By the end, I became very slow. My ‘energy drink’ incident, instead of giving what the hype promises, took a lot of… energy from my body. By day 14, every railway bridge would see me drop to my 34×32. 18kph had become the new 25kph. My heart rate was rarely going over 100bpm, even when sprinting away from stray dogs. This was the body protecting itself, working as it should to keep me going at a very minimum with very little reserve. It was obvious to me that it was time to reach the finish line.
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The last day
I started day 16 at 4am in Kesan, 280km from the finish line. The last day. I was relieved because I was getting very tired. I was also incredibly sad that this was all coming to an end. At 5am, I stopped at a gas station for some food. Everything was quiet. I was treated with the best toasted sandwich ever. It had the taste of the 4000km adventure I had just spent on my bike. At the table next to me, a worker was drinking coffee and his phone was playing traditional Turkish music. I knew that there would be tears on my last day but I did not think it would start at 5am.
An early morning start for my last day
I still had 260km to ride to the finish and spent the rest of the day in the pain cave, fighting head wind, stray dogs, endless rolling hills and big trucks on crazy highways. And I finally made my way to the Bosphorus and Café Hisar. Then it was cheers, more tears, and beers. I was a TCR finisher.
Last stamp on my Transcontinental Race brevet card. I am a finisher
The stinkiest picture of cycling history with the day 16 finishers
The stats
Total distance: 4’463.8km (279km per day)
Total time in lycra: 263 hours 14 minutes (16 hours 27 minutes per day while my goal was 15 hours)
Total moving time: 189 hours 40 minutes (72% of total time in lycra – not a great ratio compared to many racers)
Total climbing: 32’458m (2028m per day)
Number of flats: 8, 4 of which on Strada dell’Assietta
Starters: approx 170
Finishers: approx 82 (some are still on the road)
Thanks
This is not an Oscar ceremony, but I want to thank here the people without whom I would not have made it to Istanbul.
My friend Chris. You rode the 2014 TCR, convinced me to enter the 2015 race, taught me everything I needed to know in terms of equipment, logistics, routing. You turned a hardcore roadie into an ultra endurance racer. I cursed you many times along the way for dragging me into this madness, but can’t thank you enough today. You started the race with severe sciatic problems and were way ahead of me until you had to quit, beaten by the pain. Shaking hands with you in Cervignano, Italy and riding on to Slovenia was one of the hardest moment of my race. Get well soon, my friend.
Chris, my TCR guru. He came to Istanbul to welcome racers after quitting the race due to back problems
My wife Lillie. What can I say? My best supporter in life, and on the TCR. I spent so many hours training for the TCR, and you never complained. You were with me at the start. You were waiting for me at the finish. You spent 16 days nervously watching blue dot #20 (not always) moving on an online map, and worrying. I love you so much Lillie. And I promise you that we will spend our next biking adventure together.
Yes Lillie, I lost weight…
Heather, Chris’ wife. You were a great support to TCR widow Lillie. I will also never forget the poem you texted me as I was heading into the dark at the end of a long day to Ohrid, Macedonia:
There once was a man named Alain,
Who hatched a great cycling plan,
From Brussels to the Bosphorus,
My that sounds preposterous!
But if anyone can do it, he can.
Mike Hall, the organiser of the TCR, and all his team. As fellow participant Mike Sheldrake wrote on the TCR Facebook group: « Thank you Mike Hall for having the imagination, vision, drive and organisational skills to make this incredible event roll. It’s unique and born from the best philosophy. You have created far more than a bike race. TCR brings people together and changes lives. Keep spinning those imaginative cranks. »
My bike! The Scott Solace was a very loyal companion. Fast when it needed to be, smooth on bad roads, comfortable at all times. Zero mechanicals apart from flats which were mostly due to wrong tire pressure. Thanks buddy.
Last but not least, my family, my friends, CyclingTips and all my followers on social media. Your support has been amazing and gave me strength in difficult moments. It was fun sharing this adventure with all of you. Posting a daily picture and reading your comments on CyclingTips’s Instagram was the perfect way to wrap up each day and get ready for the next stage.
What’s next?
Getting back on the bike when my body has recovered. A new house in a few weeks. A baby in October. An exciting new job which involves adventures on bikes, for everybody.
And don’t forget: anybody can go on an epic adventure. It does not need to be of the scale of the Transcontinental Race – it can be your longest ride ever, a holiday to discover the Alps or a multi day tour with your best friend. But riding bikes makes happy. And it changes lives.
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I am a lucky bastard: I met my wife Lillie on a velodrome and she will always say yes to my cycling adventures. Most of the time she will be on the bike riding with me and will either be the model or the author of our pictures. Bike time often means ‘us’ time in our household.
Now Lillie is pregnant and we are over the moon. Life will soon change for the better – and it has in fact already started. Will this mean lesss cycling for us? Not sure. Inspired by a recent article, Lillie shares her experience so far in this guest blog post, as edited and published on June 26, 2015 in Ella Cyclingtips.
“Riding a bike while pregnant is awesome!”
I never thought those words could come out of my mouth. We often think that pregnancy and sport are like oil and vinegar -they just don’t mix. I’m well into my fifth month of pregnancy, and I’ve learned that nothing could be further from the truth. Riding my bike while pregnant hasn’t just been possible –it’s been a delicious experience. I am dreading the day that I have to hang up my road bike for the season. Until then, I will continue to soak up every simple pleasure that pregnant riding has given me.
I’ve come to realize that my aspirations to accomplish big riding achievements do not necessarily need to be temporarily restricted, they simply need to be taken down a notch or two. Can I ride an epic Swiss 200 kilometre tour in a single day? Well, probably not, unless I want to ride into the night at “pregnancy pace.” But can I climb Mont Ventoux when I, by chance, happen to be spending a few days in southern France? Abso-freakin-lutely!
At the start in Sault. The Ventoux is this tiny clear spot above Lillie
Alain is training for the Transcontinental Race this summer in addition to studying for his MBA and starting a new job. This means his training schedule is quite tight, and spending all day riding at pregnancy pace is typically not high on his priority list. But this weekend was different. We were on mini-vacation. So we spent two days riding as a family -laughing, taking pictures, and discovering this beautiful part of the world together.
I think Alain was shocked, as often I am too, by how much I can still do. Since I never stopped doing sport, my base fitness is still very much there, in the shadows, ready to attack at any moment. Riding at slower pace means I can ride almost tirelessly. And these rides were very different than the rides I normally do with my husband. This time, Alain wasn’t yelling at me to push harder, which I admittedly love under difference circumstances as it gives me that extra boost to beat my best time. Plus I wasn’t over-tired, and therefore wasn’t whining and bitching at him about having to stop every 10 minutes and re-trace our route on the same road so he could get the ultimate picture.
We must have stopped a dozen times for pictures heading up Mont Ventoux. And the whole time, we were laughing, chatting with passing cyclists, and enjoying every moment of the ambience of solidarity with hundreds of other riders: young, old, fit, unfit, racers, touring cyclist, all on their pilgrimage to the summit. When we finished the ride after a brilliant descent, I honestly wanted to do it all over again. But then again, there was ice cream calling in Bédoin.
Here’s what makes pregnant riding so awesome:
1. There’s no need to make excuses for being slow
You know when you are having a bad day on the bike? Maybe you’re too stressed, or you haven’t had much training, or your legs aren’t cooperating with the planned programme. Those days are usually full of excuses. We apologise when our friends have to wait for us at the top. We feel guilty, angry or frustrated for not performing at our max. It’s not much fun, is it?
When you’re pregnant there is no need to apologise for anything. You’re pregnant and you’re riding a bike. People think you’re a superhero!
You can ride as slow or fast as you want, and no one would dare complain about waiting up for the pregnant girl at the top of the hill. In fact, everyone encourages you, rides with you and chats with you. They will even give you extra bum pushes up hill (bum pushes up Mt. Ventoux will be neither confirmed nor denied).
I’ve spent more time riding and chatting with my close bike buddies while I’ve been pregnant than when I was not. Maybe they are just using me as an excuse to ride slow when they are not feeling up to race pace. Whatever the reason, it’s all good times.
2. Guilt free ice cream rides
I LOVE ICE CREAM. We are lucky to live near places filled with artisanal ice cream shops. I have been known to extend a ride by kilometres in search of the best ice cream shop. Stopping for ice cream twice on a ride is totally acceptable. In fact, it’s practically a requirement when riding in Italy. I have been known to eat ice cream before noon, after a balanced breakfast of course. And did all this before I was pregnant.
Leave me alone. Can’t you see I’m busy doing something important?
Now I have to admit, even with all the riding I was doing, I’d still feel a little guilty about all the ice cream I was eating. I’d think to myself: “if only I hadn’t had that extra ice cream stop, maybe I could lose that magic kilo to make me faster up my local climb.”
During pregnancy, the guilt is gone! I haven’t really changed my eating habits, which is to say, I’m not doing the whole ‘eating for two thing’, but now I know that if my body gains weight, it’s because it’s meant to. And as long as I’m riding my bike, I know my body is working as it should to process the calories it needs for both me and baby.
This means I keep my bum trim as my belly grows, with all the ice cream stops that I want. How great is that? I believe I tested no less than five difference ice cream shops in the three days I was in Provence. Given all the taste-testing, I can confidently recommend caramel au beurre salé whilst visiting French ice cream shops.
3. Added stability
When I upgraded to my light carbon bike, I noticed immediately that my descent speeds had reduced. Being a lightweight rider on a light bike completely changed the bike handling. Before I was a roadie nut, I was a car nut. I used to compete, so I know a lot about traction and the physics of the optimal line. This has left me a bit frustrated by the lack of stability on my bike.
Light track work is a perfectly acceptable pregnancy activity too (although I have given up karting).
Admittedly, I do feel a slight panic being 64 kilograms and growing. I’m quickly closing in on my husband in weight. Normally weighing in at 56 kilograms, it’s relatively easy for me to climb mountains. Yes, going up Mont Ventoux was hard. I think it would have been hard at 56 kilograms. But since I’m pregnant, I don’t have to be fast (see point 1), so the weight going up doesn’t really matter.
But the weight going down is nothing short of amazing! Descents are absolutely awesome. I can accelerate like a race car. And cross winds, like we had at Mont Ventoux, no longer push me around like a rag doll. Who knew that a few extra kilos could make riding in difficult conditions easier? I have confidence in the bike that I never had before.
4. A seat with a view
Head down, breathing hard, delirious from effort, chasing the wheel in front -none of this is happening now. It’s physically impossible with the growing belly. Fortunately, I never cut my head tube, so I moved my handle bars as high as possible around month four. This way I don’t knee the baby with every rotation, and he no longer retaliates by kicking me in the bladder. Currently, I’m sitting up high and enjoying the new point of view -and it is truly takes my breath away.
It’s a beautiful morning
5. A new appreciation for life
I don’t have any races coming up. No ultra sportive over gigantic mountain passes. No absolute necessity to ride. When I ride now, it’s because I love to ride. And as I ride for hours along the calm winding roads of the region where I live, surrounded by vibrant life, I can’t help but feel humbled.
Sometimes I’m on my bike, talking with Fausto (my husband’s nickname for the little one), sharing with him all the wonders I see as I ride, and I can’t help but feel ecstatic. I am so lucky that I am healthy, luckier still that I can ride a bike, and sometimes all that gratitude makes me want to scream out: “thank you for this moment.”
We are given one chance on this planet, and I’m a firm believer in embracing this only opportunity. I refuse to let fear get in the way of doing one of the activities that gives me so much satisfaction. Riding keeps me healthy and happy, removes stress in my daily life, and allows me to be the best person, and therefore the best mother, that I can be.
A picture gallery of our Ventoux mission
From Sault to Chalet Reynard, the road climbs at a moderate slope in the trees
We met many friendly cyclists on the way
A welcome stop at Chalet Reynard before the final section to the top of Mont Ventoux
Shortly after Chalet Reynard, 6km to go
The last trees before entering the famous lunar landscape
You can feel very small on a mountain like the Mont Ventoux
We were told there were 1500 cyclists on the Mont Ventoux on that day and we indeed never felt alone
So close and yet so far
Almost there!
The final section just before the last switchback
Lillie made it!
We made these bottles for our wedding
Couples who ride together, stay together
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The Transcontinental Race is approaching and my bike is almost ready. The latest additions have been lights powered by a front dynamo hub, and a very cool set of Apidura bags (more on that in a future post). This was a great excuse to test ride a really cool loop: the Tour du Mont Blanc, in 2 days.
On the first day, I rode from home to Bourg Saint Maurice, then over the Col du Grand Saint Bernard into the Aosta Valley, then over the Colle San Carlo and finally the Col du Petit Saint Bernard. My friend Manu joined me until Aosta which meant I had great company and there were bike riders on my pictures, not just landscapes.
I came back home the next day via the Cormet de Roselend, the Col du Pré, the Col des Saisies, Mégève, Chamonix, the Col des Montets, the Col de la Forclaz and last, but not least, the climb home to Gryon. No riding buddy this time, but I rode along the course of the Time Mégève Mont-Blanc granfondo between the Col des Saisies and Mégève, so I had plenty of cyclists around me.
The Col du Grand Saint Bernard is a monster, with 1895m of climbing over 41 km. The first section is long, mostly easy and fairly boring, until the entrance to the tunnel which swallows most of the motorised traffic. In contrast, the last 6km are bliss.
I made a last minute decision to ride up Colle San Carlo. The heat in the Aosta Valley was unbereable and the prospect of riding up to La Thuille on a big, open road was not very engaging. Instead I decided to follow Will Cyclist’s suggestion and go via the Colle San Carlo, even if it meant an extra 500m of climbing with long sections around 10%. I did not regret it, and the ice cream at the top was a nice reward.
I had already ridden to the top of the Petit Saint Bernard from Aosta, but had never been on the other side. It was a great discovery, with empty roads, lots of switchbacks and big, open views.
Day 2 started with the Cormet de Roselend. I climbed it very slowly, but not because I was tired; I took a lot of pictures. Every corner offers a different view and I barely saw a car. But I saw cows – I had to ride through a big herd on its way up to the high pastures. It felt like riding in a peloton.
I knew that I would ride along the Time Mégève Mont-Blanc granfondo from the bottom of the Col des Saisies to the finish in Mégève. At the start of the col, I asked a volunteer when the race was coming. “They are 5 minutes away” he said. I had the brilliant idea of seeing how long it would take the leaders to catch me. Turned out they must have been way further than that, because I saw nobody. So I rode the whole col at a sustained pace – and did not stop for pictures. In spite of a stop at the top where I finally started to see riders, I would pay for that effort later.
I reached the bottom of the climb into Chamonix tired, and probably a bit dehydrated. I literally crawled up to Les Houches, where potato chips and a Coke saved my life. But the rest of the day was much slower and I was very happy to finally reach home after the last climb from Bex.
