Right now in Wisconsin, at the annual Trek dog & pony show for dealers. I get off one plane (from France) and get onto another (to Wisconsin). Normally, flying to Wisconsin shouldn’t be that big a deal, but this was a bit on the tough side since it involved a short (3.5 hour) red-eye flight, arriving in Chicago at about 4am, then flying at 8am to Milwaukee, then a two hour wait for a two hour bus trip to Madison. When will we have transporters?
Sadly, I won’t get to do much riding here, effectively undoing the excellent shape I came back from France with. And yes, I did ride Tuesday morning, despite arriving home from France late the night before. Kevin? No. But I was out there. Tuesday & Thursday mornings, unless I’m shackled and don’t have a way to pick the locks, I’m out there. Tuesday’s ride was a bit rough, just kinda hanging in there, but Thursday, when Kevin did ride, I got a new PR up through Huddart Park and felt pretty darned good.
I’ve still got literally hundreds of photos of France to go through and post. It was such a great trip it really does deserve a fair amount of effort to documenting things… of the past 12 or 13 trips I’ve taken to the ‘Tour, this was easily in the top-3.
Kevin’s having the time of his life here at the Tour de France; today we had an “easy” 42 mile day in which we rode up the HC (beyond category) Hautacam climb and found the perfect viewing spot right on the 50 meter line! Pretty amazing to pull that off. Best part about it is that we were surrounded by huge TV screens, so for once, we knew everything that was going on in the race, including Chris Horner briefly attacking the Yellow Jersey group… briefly because Nibali quickly bridged up to him and flew on past.
Too bad it was really gray up on top, so despite having a fantastic location for photos, things didn’t turn out as planned. Since a good photographer never blames his equipment, I’ll tell you that it would have helped to have a powerful flash, and let you conclude for yourself what my photographic skills are.
There was a downside to having close to the best seats in the house. They held us up at the top for over an hour, while they emptied out all the press, all the team cars, even the caravan. Which of course meant that, when we finally did get to descend, we were fighting it out with a zillion cars all the way down.
That was today, our final day in Lourdes, as tomorrow we head on the train to Bergerac for the time trial. Assuming of course that our train isn’t one of the many being affected by a work slowdown.
Yesterday was a bit more… interesting. We had met up with a group of men & women from Bath (England) spending a couple weeks here for the Tour de France and cycling in general. We rode with them out to the Pla d’Adet stage, over the Col d’Aspin, that mountain with the insane descent that you really could go 60mph on, if you’re crazy. One of the group from Bath was, perhaps, a bit crazy… I’m heading down the hill as fast as I feel comfortable, with Kevin a bend or two ahead of me, round a curve and see something I’ve seen before… cars suddenly stopped, cyclists at the side of the road, green jacket on the ground. My first thought is oh no, Kevin went boom. No, it was Kate, from Bath, who over-cooked a corner and went down hard, cracking her helmet, breaking her shoulder blade and dislocating her arm. Ouch. Thankfully someone from Thomson Tours was coming down in a van not far behind her, and took her into town to the doctor. She’ll be fine, but a bit bruised and sore for awhile.
As for seeing the stage on the Pla d’Adet, the 60-minute diversion meant that we couldn’t ride up the hill, so we hiked up a super-steep side path and then walked about 3k up. We actually found a really good spot for taking photos, which I’ll get around to posting soon.
1:15am right now, so I’d better sign off, and maybe get through a bunch of photos and videos to post on the train to Bergerac.
But overall, this has been by-far the most-challenging set of rides we’ve done in France, and at the end of each day you’re left wondering, do you really have anything left for the next? But as soon as you get on the bike and start riding, that feeling goes away completely and you realize you’re just getting stronger every day. I could get used to this, but Tuesday I kinda need to be back at the shop and let Becky have a day off. –Mike–