Yep, not like your average British one. All taken very very seriously, club jerseys everywhere, camper vans set up with crews, guys on turbos.
We set off at 26mph average for the first 20km. The whole road was used, folk have got there heads down, they’re drafting cars, it’s mental. I just slipped to the back thinking **** me, and how I’d explain this to my insurers?
Got to the first climb and it all went very quiet and very slow. If I could see them I could pass them.
Then over the top they descend like mad, just cutting off every corner and bear in mind the roads weren’t closed. Crazy.
Next climb it’s the same, pass all the crazies. Some are now walking, some are rolling around on the floor. As I near the top for the near 20km descent I pass a few that were next to us at the start and they’re dying and wonder how come they’re so far ahead.
I took nearly 20 minutes to descend off the top, and posted a time 1 hour 30 minutes’ish slower than the fastest.
Post ride free snack was pretty good. Red wine, rosé, water, salad, Duck and desert. Plus free T-shirt and arm warmers.
Rather enjoyed it, but I wasn’t prepared to take such huge risks.
