I have very fond memories of today’s stage route. Rode most of it back in 1998. I remember the long drag to the foot of the first climb, riding up the first climb at a steady tempo with my mate, and his mate saying, “can you knock it back half a notch lads so we can gap the rest?” We knocked it up half a notch and poor Terry hung on for too long and blew his doors off. After the descent of the San Bernardino the valley road to the foot of the Splugen was completely dug up so we had to ride along what was essentially a dirt track with large rocks scattered around. The Splugen was amazing, the stacked hairpins and the views on the way up, then the most bonkers descent with tunnels cut into the rock face and hairpin bends in them that were unlit. A great day out on the bike.
Genuine question; I have only ridden in France and Spain and the drivers are fucking amazing there. I would hate to travel to another country and have same level of driving as Kent lanes, is this me being wrongfully stereotypical about Italian drivers?
amey
@andyp
I have very fond memories of today’s stage route. Rode most of it back in 1998. I remember the long drag to the foot of the first climb, riding up the first climb at a steady tempo with my mate, and his mate saying, “can you knock it back half a notch lads so we can gap the rest?” We knocked it up half a notch and poor Terry hung on for too long and blew his doors off. After the descent of the San Bernardino the valley road to the foot of the Splugen was completely dug up so we had to ride along what was essentially a dirt track with large rocks scattered around. The Splugen was amazing, the stacked hairpins and the views on the way up, then the most bonkers descent with tunnels cut into the rock face and hairpin bends in them that were unlit. A great day out on the bike.