We had biblical rain-fall during the night but lo and behold those blue skies and heightened moods! Everyone was looking and feeling a ton better (more on that in a minute...) or maybe they were just glad to be heading away from our basic acco., hah-hah!
Whatever the case, I felt able to push on a wee bit and head-up the first climb...
|Hello Mr Blue Sky!|
|Leading the rabble up the first climb and then down into Cortina...|
|Cortina. Not twinned with Dagenham.|
Il Tractore joined me for the beautiful descent into bijou Cortina and a search for a coffe stop that everyone else would see. Pete The Strudel was already on the case, hah-hah!
On the start of the climb out of Cortina I suffered a slight mechanical which totalled my front derailleur, meaning that I have lost the top nine gears. Seeing as how we're going uphill that isn't a drama...I was just thrilled to be mobile still!
This faff was put right into perspective when we learned that our team leader had been hospitalised with suspected altitude sickness: and this guy is a seasoned, proper cyclist...brings you up short.
|And we go up again from Cortina...minus 9 gears for some of us...|
|Another scalp. In hideous attire. Natch.|
After a hearty lunch we set about more vertical nonsense, this time without much drama thankfully. The run-in to Bolanzo was a dynamite descent and then a marginal mix-in with rush hour traffic. We caned it anyway, hah-hah!
|Done and dusted with cement and water. Nice!|
It was at that stage that another rider was treated to another visit to hospital for more suspected altitude-related illness: he was discharged thankfully.
We shuffled off pronto to source a local restaurant open late-doors and duly one obliged...cheers!