It's January 6th and I haven't announced my big thing for this year already. That's almost a week, and nothing. I knew as soon as I got back to England in July of last year that I would want to do something similar again. I'm talking about my solo bike ride down France to Spain. 900 miles of tarmac and vineyards. Too many memories, but I have plenty of room up there for more.
If you're really that into cycling then you would have read past the half way mark of most of those glossy cycling magazines you've bought over the years and seen how more and more popular overseas cycling events and holidays have become. From the most coveted of them all with L'Etape Du Tour to hundreds of smaller but well organised events now attracting interest from across the world. I even contemplated doing the Le Mans 24 hr Cycle Race in August this year. But like most organised rides, events and challenges, they're set up, laid on, pre-prepared and put together by someone else. And I find that too easy. Cheating? Maybe a little. I appreciate why people choose to leave the months of organisation and marketing to others while they focus more effort on their training regime, but not me.
In some ways, the planning is the fun part!
I will:
- Spend the next few weeks/months planning my trip
- Keep this blog updated every step of the way
- Not fail
So, what am I doing you ask?
I am going to cycle down Italy. That's right. France's leg shaped neighbour will become my playground for 900 miles of tarmac loving, sweat inducing, saddle soring fun!
The trip starts on the Swiss/Italian border just a few miles from Como, northern Italy, home to the famous lake.
Departure date: TBC
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| Lake Como, pictured, will host the Grande Partenza |
More to follow...............
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