Day 4: The Terminator

by CycleChick on October 20, 2013

Monte TerminilloIn case you hadn’t heard, I’m not much of a climber. The lack of elevation where I live, combined with my not-exactly-petite stature and delicate composition make me about as suited to going uphill as an old John Deer tractor. However, under the right circumstances, being good at something has little to do with how much it can be enjoyed.

Speaking of enjoyment, I really couldn’t have picked a better group of people to be sharing this experience with. Our conversations are easy and we always seem to be laughing.The GangWe talk about everything under the sun, but I must say I get the most enjoyment from listening to the Europeans among us talk about Europeans. I have learned that while they do make exceptionally good beer, the Belgians are not to be trusted. The Italians and Spanish are half an hour late for everything, while the Germans are fifteen minutes early. Finnish women make Swedish women look like dishrags, and the Dutch are becoming more British than the British. While there is some debate about which nation boasts the worst drivers (although the Italians are favoured), there seems to be clear consensus that everyone hates the French.

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Our Dutch rider, Joroen, warned me never to buy a French car. “Out of a 30 hour work week, they are on strike for 13 hours.” he explained. “They spend the next 14 hours drinking wine, and in the remaining three hours (when they are terribly drunk), they build your car.”1266524_10151686731578144_956359653_oOf course it is all in good fun, the kind of ribbing only close siblings can get away with.

With the granfondo behind us, I was looking forward to getting out of Rome for a smaller, more relaxed ride. Or as relaxed as a 190km ride with a massive amount of climbing can be. After about 100km, our major climb of the day would be Monte Terminillo, which starts at about 400 meters (1,300 feet) and rises to about 1,900 meters (6,200 feet).

The ride out of Tivoli took us into the foothills of the Apennine mountains, where we rode though countless little mountain villages intermittently perched on peaks and nestled in valleys.IMG_0176IMG_0173Every so often we would stop and regroup, fill water bottles, and stuff food into our mouths to fuel the next hour or two of riding. Finding places to pee is a bit of a challenge here, and I’m sure I have tinkled in some places that were less private than they could have been. My socks are a mess, covered with burrs, crushed wild raspberries, and mud – among other, less savoury things I’m sure.IMG_0175IMG_0174The farther we got away from the city, the prettier it became. We passed an impossibly beautiful turquoise lake, surrounded by a long and twisting road that was fast and fun to ride, especially after some slower, steep sections of climbing. The flatlanders among us were in heaven.1403650_10151686730018144_1386788086_oSo amazing. The road to Headingly back home will never quite look the same again.

After about 70km we stopped for lunch in Rieti, the town at the base of Terminillo. Each town we pass through seems to have a trattoria, bakery, pizzeria or café on every corner. The food (if they have any left) is always delicious and a nice change from the sickly sweet gels and energy bars we eat on the road. IMG_0180IMG_0181With lunch finished, it’s time to face the Terminator. The climb takes about an hour and a half – less time than Mount Lemmon in Tucson, and about the same in terms of grade. Of course there are some nasty little steep sections, but we won’t talk about those.IMG_01841277717_10151686730628144_1303917134_oYou can’t see it in this picture, but my “climbing vein” – the “Y” shaped one that pops out of my forehead when I exert myself – is out in full blazing glory.

The temperature got cooler and cooler as we climbed, and at the top was downright freezing. But I didn’t care – I had made it to the top and the remainder of the ride (with the exception of one little “bump”, as Sergi likes to call them) was downhill.IMG_0189There was a bit of a scary moment on the descent when I hit a pothole and immediately and violently punctured both front and back tubes. Thankfully a) it was on a relatively straight section so I was able to stay upright, and b) Big Aussie Mike was with me and was able to show me how the Campy brake releases work, and c) my fabulous Spanish domestique Jordi (who magically appears every time I am in trouble) drove up with the van and quickly changed both flats.

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The next 60km to Norcia was a bit of a grind after the effort of the climb – not to mention yesterday’s granfondo. A pre-shower beer and a bag of nice salty chips at the hotel bar was a perfect way to end the ride.IMG_0195Moments like this are as brief as they are rare. With Thomson, there is no fucking around when it comes to our schedule. It is late, and we have to clean ourselves up and get to dinner before it’s too late. There’s another move in the morning, and another big day ahead. We enjoy the  walk to dinner, if not the stairs we encounter along the way. As always, there are amazing sights to be seen, followed by a recap of an unforgettable day over an unforgettable meal.IMG_0199IMG_0200IMG_6010A domani!

7 comments

I just love reading this! Thanks so much for sharing. I spent three summers in or around Rome so many years ago. Your descriptions are wonderful memory teasers! What a dream this must be to ride with such a group and be supported!. One lucky lady…. they are a lucky group to have such a witty and beautiful person from Winnipeg.

by Michael Lewallen on October 21, 2013 at 12:41 am. Reply #

It is always a dilemma… save to read over espresso in the morning… or read at night, and fall asleep jealously rehashing your tales in my head! So glad you are enjoying it. Bel tempo, buoni amici, buona birra.

by Fiona on October 21, 2013 at 2:52 am. Reply #

Can’t believe you have the energy to write after that kind of ride.

by phred on October 21, 2013 at 3:32 am. Reply #

Wow…. Amazing times!! Great riding and ” surviving” aka killing it! I hope I can do some rides like this at some point in my life! Enjoy to the max.

by Jp on October 21, 2013 at 3:47 am. Reply #

Gaaa…what’s that lovely bike doing upside down?
Sounds like a wonderful trip. The pics from Rome bought back some great memories.

by Rom on October 21, 2013 at 12:01 pm. Reply #

Spectacular Times and wonderful memories. Am so impressed by the riding distances and climbs from our prairie girl!!

by DOM on October 21, 2013 at 3:00 pm. Reply #

Hard to believe you’re a flatlander after seeing you climbing that day!

by Jeroen on October 21, 2013 at 5:39 pm. Reply #

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