Giro d’Italia 2010, St. 19 Roadside: That was one hard stage. At least it was for me as I rode the final 85 kms of today’s corsa… The kind that conjures up long lists of Rain man-like repeated swear words in your head as you grind and grapple your way over the super-hard climbs only the Giro serves up. It was also fun as I was joined by two PEZ-Fans to share the miles, and there are few places as beautiful as these mountains.
A ride (or drive) by Lago d’Iseo – nice way to start the day.
The weather here changes fast, and while my drive up was sunny skies, the two days ahead threatened rain – and snow at the tops of the passes. I first rode the Mortirolo in 2006, on a day that was cloudy and cold over the Passo gavia, then hit 35C degrees on the Mortirolo.
On The Menu
Here are the stats – the race route covers 195km from Brescia to Aprica. The first 100km are pretty nice – rolling quietly up past Lago d’Iseo and north through the picturesque val Camonica – bordered by ever growing mountains as the altitude gradually increases – until that left turn at Edolo, where begins 95km of “I’m glad I’m being paid for this” type of pro racing with 2 brutal climbs including the feared 12km long Mortirolo with its 7.5 km middle section 11.6% average grade, and intermittent pitches to 18%. This still ranks as the hardest climb I’ve ever hauled my carcass over.
But the obstacles don’t stop there. Fresh out of Edolo, they switched up the corsa from years past, to include a few hundred meters that max at 15% – to act as a cold-towel snap before the real climbs begin.
Typical mountain view driving north to Edolo.
Edolo features for another reason too – it’s a beautiful little town with some decent and inexpensive hotels, and makes a fantastic base camp for serious climbing: to the east lies the Passo Gavia, to the west Aprica, and the next valley over is Sondrio, which points the way to Bormio – so much climbing, so little time.
The sun is long gone from the valley, but gleams brightly off the nearby glaciers.
The climb to Aprica gains 500 meters, mostly at 3-4%, but using it as our warm up today, it rounded out as an hour of leg work I’d be feeling later.
Then comes the nasty little – nay, medium sized climb to Trivigno – which gains 800 meters over about 12km – with a 7km starter of 9.3% average grade. I can attest this sucker hurts and does some real damage to the muscles well before you even approach the Mortirolo.
The posse: Steve, yours truly, and Jan
Better Round Up A Posse
My riding partners for the day were recently deputized Pez-Contributer Steve Holmes, and Danish PEZ-Fan Jan Tufte – who literally drove all night from Denmark to get here – which included a 3 hours nap in his car somewhere near Munich, and an arrival in Edolo just in time for breakfast. Like all true PEZ-Fans, Jan loves to ride, so regardless of his ill-advised prep for today’s jaunt, he was dressed and ready at our appointed meeting time of 9AM in the main piazza.
The coolest part of today’s posse, was that except for emails, none of us had met until now. Let’s roll.
Inspite of last night’s perfectly starry skies, our alpine paradise was beset with more of the wonky weather that’s characterized the last three weeks in Italy. Today’s skies were overcast, with that nasty threat of rain looming for later in the day. After my dousing back on stage 6, I was less than enthused about the prospects of finding myself under sodden skies on a climb that’s already harder than any sane rider would do under normal ride conditions. (If you’re picking up some foreshadowing here… you’re right.)
In fact, when I emailed Pez-Tech Charles about my plans to ride both the Mortirolo and Gavia this weekend- his reply was simple “on a bike…?”
That’s the stuff that causes a pause to remind oneself exactly why we consider this kind of self-torture an actual pleasure. My reply came without hesitation:
“As long as I’m alive, here, and can ride a bike – damn rights I’m doin’ it.”
The view towards Sondrio at the tip of the descent from Aprica.
There’s something about pushing yourself to an extreme physical limit that certainly does enhance the living experience. And it’s made even better when that suffering takes place on the same roads as the sport we love – and even better again when it’s just hours ahead of the race.
Like I said… let’s roll.
The Trivigno climb offers up a few nice views – but not enough to distract from the gradient.
The Trivigno climb starts without much fanfare – you’d miss the tiny entrance if it wasn’t marked with pink Giro corsa signs and a couple of local carabinieri cars with lights blinking. But the pitch is immediate and unrelenting… up up you go, while down down you shift.
It’s not the most picture-esque climb – much of it in thick forest, but there are a couple of vantage points worth stopping for that archival photo-opp.
The thing about these Giro-climbs, is that they seem to be using some special extra long measurement for the standard kilometer. It’s normally 1000 meters in every part of the world, but I swear these are measuring out much longer. You think you can see the end, then they stretch out beyond reach, saying: “get back in your saddle and pedal some more!”
The Trivigno climb also offers plenty of steep switchbacks for your entertainment.
Our climb up the Trivigno was pretty empty – only a few fans near the top, and even fewer riders. But hey – when the main-course of the day is the Mortirolo, I’ll admit there’s little attraction to riding this arse-kicker other than to experience the day’s route. And with that climb out of the way, I’m fine filing it under “don’t need to do that again.”
… and don’t forget to chain-up.
Don’t get me wrong – it’s a nice climb – but I’d say with more appeal to guys who just love climbing.
Date With Destino
After suffering over the Mortirolo in 2006 on an epic ride that began with a climb over the Gavia, I’ll admit that I was not completely without fear at the thought of returning one day for more torture. My fate was sealed when this year’s course guide was published. This is a great area for cycling in the ‘scalatore’ style, so regardless of the clear and present pain, my return was fuelled with vigor and anticipation.
The Mortirolo doesn’t look so bad from down here… but what’s up with those clouds?
Let’s review: Mortirolo length: 12.8km, Gain: 1317m, Avg grade: 10.3%, max 18%.
And what’s going on up there – just across the valley?
In some ways, my first ride over this beast was the toughest. In other ways, I found myself slowly turning gears through a hurt-locker than lasted well over an hour (but less than two), and included a serious reacquaintance with skills developed in my first-ever job as a paper-boy. Yes- I’ll admit the ol’ ‘paper-boy’ weave was used by moi for several kms in the middle of the climb, but I’ll also attest that my technique proved faster than many of the riders I passed.
Enough stalling, let’s get on with it.
The weather in ’06 was hot – maybe 35C degrees on the slopes, with a humidity steamed by recent rains that just made for a one-step from hell kind of day. Today however, was considerably cooler- somewhere in the high teens – and I’m certain this played to my favor.
At least until I got somewhere inside the 4km to go mark and the rain drops came. Lightly at first, but I was already feeling the chill as I climbed past 1500 meters altitude. The rain jacket and headband were quickly donned, and amazingly it was with renewed enthusiasm that I attacked the 1000m between km3 and km2. By this time I was open to whatever motivation I could find to get me to the top.
There are a few of these shrines for any required prayer.
And sure enough the rain came and stayed – over the top and well down the fast, technical descent that drops the 12km off the back to the road back to Aprica.
It’s easier to see how tough a climb looks when the riders are going up, but we often miss how difficult the descents are on these Giro roads… Much of today’s roads had been layed with fresh tarmac overnight, which is smooth – and not without some oil. The roads are narrow, and cambers uneven. Then of course you’re trying to go as fast as you can to get down.
The descent off the Trivogno was especially hairy in many sections, and that was dry. Splash on some water, and you’ve got a whole new way to appreciate how tough bike racing can be. Today’s tv coverage showed both Evans and Vinokourov in trouble on a couple of turns coming off the Mortirolo – and I’m surprised we didn’t see more of that.
Once to the top, you forget the suffering and snap one for the archives.
And this is the real reward…
But safely back in my room in Edolo after a hot bath, a cold beer, and a slice of pizza – with muscles, joints and bones aching from my day – I can’t help but savour the sensations and memories that made this another ride of a lifetime.
Tomorrow’s weather could mean a formulation of “Plan B” – but that’s best left for a negroni that I’m quite sure is in my near future.
Thanks for reading –