Ceci & Millie’s inability to boil an egg necessitated that I cook breakfast for Suz on Mothers’ day. As a result, my weekend ride was brought forward to Saturday. For the first time in ages I head out with George, and discover a fantastic new route; 35 miles of pretty much car free scenic cycling to the south and west of Tunbridge Wells.
Some nice climbs too, including: Windmill Lane up to Argos Hill; Blackdon Hill; and an alternate climb up into Fordcombe.
Having completed Alpe d’Huez and the Col du Galibier last year, George had some good advice / words of warning. The cyclists he’d met on those two mountains spoke of Ventoux in hushed, reverential tones:
- If possible, fit a granny ring
- No matter how slow you start off, you’re going way too fast
- Don’t attempt to keep up with anyone, just find your own rhythm “world of pain”, and grind it out
- Don’t be optimistic, there will not be any respite until the summit.
All very concerning.