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Distance 125km (pro’s) / approx 135-140 (us) – no data download available yet
Moving time: to follow; maybe about 6.5 hours?
Average speed: slow
Altitude gained: lots!
In theory, this would be a gentle and short final alpine day to decide the winner of Le Tour 2013 on the final climb. In reality, it showed us all that looks can be deceiving. Although only 125km for the pro’s, and a little more for us, and therefore the shortest full stage by some considerable margin, two things make it a whole lot tougher than one might imagine. First, it contains six categorised climbs – in order, a cat 2, three cat 3’s, a cat 1, and then a summit finish at the top of the final Hors Categorie climb of the event. Second, it comes immediately after two of the hardest days in the recent history of Le Tour, with no break for any sort of recovery. So weary minds and bodies simply have to get back on the bike and get on with it.
Which for many people, me included, was an awful lot easier said than done. The previous day’s stage had 2 hors categorie climbs, plus a cat 2 and two cat 1’s, and the body needs recovery time. What it doesn’t need is insufficient food, about 5 hours of very poor quality sleep in an over-hot hotel room, a 5am start, and straight into the first climb of the day minutes after starting.
The day was warm, the sky clear, no wind, the early morning view of Annecy lake was spectacular. All looked set for a great day’s riding. Only someone forgot to tell my legs.
pre-ride brief:
To begin with, even going downhill was a problem unless it was truly steep; flat was a struggle, uphill a real challenge. Suddenly 125km was looking like a really long way. All of us having dismissed this as a gentle final real day’s riding, before the Paris processional, were being forced to re-evaluate, and rapidly.
Had we been fresh, we would have revelled in the gentle alpine scenery, the quaint villages, their rustic rural semi-scruffiness, the occasional flower-filled garden or house front, the invariably well-maintained Mairie buildings (even in the smallest villages, proudly flying their local, national and EU flags), the surrounding mountain scenery. Rolling hills, ravines, gorges, woodland, high peaks, giant rocky outcrops and plunging valleys, the cries of birds of prey circling high above, the sound of cow bells jangling and clanging about the necks of, yes, cows.
Instead, the focus was mostly on – how far until it starts going up again, and how steep and for how long when it does.
The answer to the latter point was covered in the stage briefing – over 45km of categorised climbing, over a third of the total stage distance, which is indeed quite remarkable even for the Tour de France. And as the day gradually heated up, those climbs became tougher still. Plus all the other bits of uncategorised “up” also needed to be done.
Having started the day in one big bunch, we soon settled into the normal rhythm of a climbing day. Fast people jet off at the front, everyone else trails out behind them, spacing determined by their own individual preferred climbing speed. Although it is possible, indeed advisable, to ride in a group and share the extra workload at the front of the group, when riding on flat or undulating terrain, or into a headwind, the same rules don’t necessarily apply when climbing. There is a fine line between climbing at your own best effort, and going too hard and ending up “in the red”; or indeed too easy for your own particular ability. The trick is to find your preferred pace at the foot of a climb, such that you can maintain it and still be climbing at that speed by the top, however far away that may be. In some cases, it will be more than two hours for a single climb. I think i have pretty much perfected this art, in that I start out at a comparatively steady pace, sedate compared to some, but the fastest I can sustain, and can indeed normally maintain it for as long as needed, without being so slow I never get to the top.
It has been interesting to see those who have not mastered this approach. Typically they are people who have only recently joined the trip, to ride just a handful of stages, and often with no experience of riding mountains of the height and duration of what the Tour provides. What happens is that at the foot of a climb they whizz off ahead up the mountain and out of sight. Then gradually they get hauled back in and overtaken before the top, having blown up and been forced to stop for a breather, or simply slowed to a crawl (a slower crawl than mine!)
What this means is that very quickly, there are people scattered along the course, and it is not unusual to be cycling alone, with few if any others in sight ahead or behind, for long stretches. Which makes watching out for directional arrows all the more important. There is nothing worse than having an attack of arrow blindness which results in riding any more metres (or km) than necessary. It was clear today that we were all on the edge of totally exhausted, as a number of people did indeed miss marker arrows, in some cases riding an extra 10km to rejoin the main route.
Then when a food stop comes along, things get mixed up again, with people deciding to stop for varying amounts of time whilst eating, to relax and chat. So for one of the slower riders like me, the trick is to stop for less time than many and get a head start on the next section. And as that section progresses, those faster people who took a longer stop will go past again. Of course the faster people often don’t take a longer stop as their challenge is similarly to finish the stage as fast as they can; but on most days some of the faster people “go for it” from the off, while others ride sections fast then take longer breaks. The real trick is not to dally too long at breaks, since with 4 of them in a typical day, one every 35km or so, time soon drifts away, resulting in a later arrival at the destination , less time for admin at the hotel, and critically for many, less chance of getting wifi.
Wifi access is the bane of the trip for many of us. We arrive at a pleasant quiet hotel somewhere and suddenly there are 80 or more people all wanting to upload photos, videos, blogs etc. And almost everywhere we have been, the local systems have been unable to cope. Ingenuity has been called for. Either – get to the hotel first (not an option for many of us!), try to upload when others aren’t (eg during dinner); find other access locally (eg at MacDonalds, which was the fastest wifi of the entire trip – although this requires there to be a MacDonalds within easy walking distance, as well as the time to get there and back without missing admin time, food, briefing, or sleep). So all in all the wifi challenge has been one of the biggest ones.
Back to the stage. Typically, my legs will get themselves properly into action after about 30 miles. However by that point we had already climbed three cat 3 climbs and a cat 2. It was proving to be a highly demanding ride, despite the scenery. And then my legs didn’t really start working in any case, as a result of the accumulated weariness of the preceding days and weeks. So it was all in all a bit of a slog despite the scenery and the supposed shortness of the stage. After a mid-stage 16km cat 1 climb up to Mont Revard (with the most spectacular views, only diminished by the amount of haze today), lunch in a pleasant meadow being deafened by the cowbells around the necks of a herd of the inquisitive local cows, a long descent, a non-flat flat section, a ravine-crossing at Montcell (a favourite jumping point both for suicides and for bungee-jumpers), we were left with “only” the hors categorie Mont Semnoz 11km between us and the finish.
Lunchtime: cow eats bike shock:
This one was preceded by an additional 4km of climbing but which is for some reason not included in the official climb statistics. Then the climb itself kicks in, with such steepness that it is a welcome relief that the climb is almost entirely shaded by forest. Although the average gradient for the whole climb is 8.5%, the first 4km are all 10%, with sections at up to 14%. From there, it gets little easier. One solitary flat section drops the overall average, but otherwise every km is either 10%, 9%, or 8%. What this means is basically being in the easiest gear on your bike, grinding each pedal turn to continue with forward momentum, and alternating between sitting and standing on the bike – standing allows more power to be transmitted, but uses more energy. When it is really steep, standing is the only option.
On many cycling climbs such as this, there is a marker post at 1km intervals, telling you how far to the top, and the average gradient of the next 1km. Seeing a marker post in the distance is a joyous thing; then seeing what it says, when you get to it, can be a somewhat more disheartening experience. Many people put in earphones and listen to music while climbing, as a motivational aid. It doesn’t work for me. Instead I play simple mind games, or calculate when and where the next 1km marker post will appear, by estimating each 100 metres of the current km. I’m quite good at it now, although I have had quite a lot of practice over the last 3 weeks!
Eventually – eventually – the last 1km marked is passed, and finally round a blind bend a restaurant cafe comes into view, with all of those who have already finished, sitting in the sun drinking beer. And yet even then it’s not over – there is another 200m to the official “top” – so a last push to the shouts of encouragement, round the bend, legs pumping, lungs burning, and there it is, the finish. Stop 1 metre past it, drag air into lungs, calm the pulse and recover, take photos, congratulate others also there, and then – drift down to the cafe for: coke, ice cream, sandwich, beer, photo’s, hugs and much mutual back-slapping. Although there is a short processional ride into Paris tomorrow, this summit finish, this cafe here and now, this celebratory beer, really marks the end of the trip, the achievement of having ridden the route of the 100th Tour de France, cited by many as the toughest for many years in honour of it being the 100th. Plenty of smiles, relief, sighs, exhausted bodies going into temporary shut-down, and an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction at a massive target having been achieved.
1 metre past the finisah line:
beers:
some happy cyclists:
After an hour spent thus, it was back on the bike for the 11km descent down to Annecy and 3km on the flat to the hotel. The descent was fast, sweeping, smooth, exhilarating – and not just because it was “the end” or because of the beer. It was quite simply the best descent of the entire trip. Whereas the 3km on the flat – on a cycle path beside the lake – was almost impossible for exhausted legs to complete. It is probably a very good job that we don’t have any more of this, other than the processional 60km into Paris on Sunday (after a 5am start and a 7 hour bus journey).
I am conscious that I have not written about the friendships formed on the trip, the bonds that have been created, the shared experience binding us. But I have met and enjoyed the company of many people, riders and staff. The entire support crew, including those who have been ever-present as well as those who have completed one of other part of the trip. Without all of them, none of this would have been possible. In particular Baz who has kept me on the road with strapping to my hand each day. Riders: Nick (father) and Matt (his son); the “Autobus Ecosse” Scottish crew – John, Trevor, Birdy, Neil, Lee, Marianne; Donald; Peter A-C; “Breakaway Dave”; Rob; Rick, Jonny and Monty Wates; Paul; Anthony; John; Gareth; Sean; Elton; big Phil, middle Phil; Sylvain; Morten; Alex; Adrian; Panzer Dave; Simon; Tim; Jamie; Peigi; Steve; Andy G; Chris; Matt and all the others. Although as a group of lifers we have naturally coalesced into smaller groups, we have also respected each other’s achievements, no matter who finishes first or last.
In time, I’ll reflect more fully on the entirety of this experience and write a summary of it all. But for now, for the 40 “lifers” in our group, it is a sweet moment of success. And somewhat unsettlingly, the imminent re-emergence from our Tour de force “bubble” and the need to return to the real world. Our simple life of the last 3 weeks can be condensed into: get up early; ride bike; follow arrows, eat, ride; get to hotel; wash kit, get massage, eat, get briefing, sleep, get up early; repeat.
The bubble is now thinning and on Sunday will burst. Already the daily routine has changed and people are looking forward to meeting up with loved ones in Paris; confirming return travel; rejoining normal society. And yet for the last 3 weeks we have all been privileged to lead the life we have, enjoying the totality of the experience and each other’s company. Many new-found friendships will endure for many years; the memories will long remain.
Finally, thank you to my gorgeous and long-suffering wife Lucy for agreeing to keep the household afloat during a manically busy time, to enable me to live this dream.
What a trip.
Now, what’s next?
Written
on July 16, 2013