Ten reps of Dragon Hill Road today – into the same headwind that made Sunday tough.
I mentioned the Club Des Cingles Du Mont Ventoux a while ago and said I’d come back to it later. Now is later.
For some time a friend (Philip) had been talking about doing L’Eroica in Tuscany – the ride for pre 1987 bikes. Late in 2014 we decided to apply for places in the ride in October 2015. Another friend (David) agreed to join us and we entered as a team of three and as individuals. Philip got a place as an individual and we didn’t get in as a team, however, shortly after failing in the first round of ballots there must have been a second one to fill places left by drop-outs, and our team got in.
I’d been thinking about trying to ride up Ventoux and decided to drive out to Tuscany to take in the Giant of Provence on the way back. Happily David agreed to join me – and we decided to go for broke by trying to qualify for the Club Des Cingles Du Mont Ventoux which requires riding up it by each of the three ascents in a day. Utter madness for two men who would be over 60 by the time of the ride. Our wives then decided they would join us in L’Eroica – Philip’s wife deciding to come out with us, but not cycle.
Early on Wednesday 30 September David and I loaded 6 bikes into and onto the car and set off for a happily uneventful drive to the Alps. The following morning we unloaded the carbon and David ticked off his first Alpine climbs – Col de la Colombiere, Col de Romme and the Cote du Chatillon.
Despite being an experienced cyclist, David had not previously found himself out in the mountains with a bike. Being a very good cyclist he took to it frighteningly well. Although I have only been cycling ‘properly’ for about 6 years, I have been lucky enough to get out in the Alps each of those summers, relying on bloody mindedness and a strange willingness to suffer pain to make up for a lack of talent.
Another early start on the Friday morning saw us heading to Pisa where we picked up our wives, Libby and Lyn, from the airport before driving to Gaiole in Chianti, the home of L’Eroica.
Saturday was spent enjoying the village and its surrounding area. We kept the carbon bikes well hidden and instead took out the four steel steeds (mine a 1946 Dayton frame that I’d built up for the purpose) that had merely been providing ballast in the car for over 1000 miles. The ride itself was very tough on some ruined white roads, and conducted largely in heavy rain. Libby and Lyn did the 35 km route and the three men did the 135km and we all survived.
On the Monday, we had little time to reflect on our achievements as we were up early to take Libby and Lyn back to Pisa to fly home. However, instead of heading back towards Calais, David and I took a more westerly course towards Provence.
You can’t really miss Ventoux standing 1912 meters high, dominating the surrounding area. The bare limestone at the top made it look like it was covered in snow. We’d checked before we left England and there had been no early snow but Ventoux is unpredictable all year round with heat, cold and wind all coming into play at different times so we were by no means out of the woods as far as meteorology was concerned.
We checked into the hotel in St Coulomb, just a few km out of Bedoin. We were very aware that we had only a two-day window to launch our assault on the mountain. We were hoping for decent weather but knew that we would have to try it, come what may.
What did come the following morning was not good. Our hosts advised against trying the ascents because the weather at the top was very poor. We simply rode around the villages at the foot of the mountain and, in the evening were treated to a spectacular electric storm over Ventoux.
We were up early the following day, and took some pride in attaching our Club Des Cingles Du Mont Ventoux plates, hoping to have earned them over the course of the next few (or many) hours. We cycled down into Bedoin for the start – we had decided to do the rides in the order Bedoin, Malaucene and then Sault (the easiest as it is the longest and starts higher than the other two).
The first ascent is fairly easy until you get to a left hand bend at St Esteve and then the road ramps up as you go through the forest – the remaining 16km average a 8.9% gradient. We were very lucky – although I think David is a better cyclist than I am, we rode together very comfortably (or perhaps David was hanging back to keep pace with me). Of course, passing the Simpson Memorial is a real event for someone who has taken such an interest in Le Tour, as was the obligatory gale blowing for the last few km. However, at the top, we could see nothing as there was a thick low cloud. It was also really cold – and it got even colder for the first few miles of the descent.
After a bite to eat (and a hot drink) in Malaucene we did the second ascent – it was pretty much as hard as the first and the top was still deep in the cloud. The descent to Sault was very cold again – and the little kick up into the village itself is most unwelcome .. but the food and drink at the cafe was a delight. The third ascent was easier and quicker apart from the experience of turning a corner and coming out of the shelter from the wind and going from about 25kph to a virtual standstill in just a couple of metres. The wind was gusting over 125kph – by no means extreme for Ventoux.
As if to reward us for the effort, the top had cleared and we got the classic view of Provence – it is really breathtaking.
A very hard day but it feels like a real achievement. In all, about 10 hours elapsed time, 130km and 4500m of ascent. A beautiful mountain and a climb, in my opinion, that should be on the to-do list for anyone who likes pointing the front wheel uphill.