We're returned from our French holiday and my first week back at work has been nasty. Therefore it is a joy to be able to re-live my ride up and down Mont Ventoux. I'm going to enjoy this ...
We were camping in the Ardeche and the day before leaving the UK I worked out we were a 90 minute drive from Bedoin, one of the three starting points for an assault on Ventoux. Having seen the Tour de France go up a few weeks before it was too good an opportunity to miss. The Ventoux summit is at 1910 metres and starting at Bedoin gives you a 300 metre head start but it's still a 22 km climb. The 2009 Tour passed through Bedoin so I was following in hallowed
footsteps wheel marks.
The lower slopes are covered in vineyards and there was much evidence of the Tour ...
I have done a bit of alpine cycling and found the gradients aren't that bad. It's the length of these hills that get you and it becomes a mental challenge, not a physical one. Doubts soon flood your mind: did I have enough to eat last night? Did I have a big enough breakfast? Oh God, I forgot to bring some snacks with me! I wonder whether I'll be able to buy food? Is this going to get any steeper or hotter? How much of a dick will I look if I can't get to the top? Etc!
To make the mental challenge easier I decided to stop after every mile. This soon dropped to every half mile after the heat started to get to me ...
By the time I set off, about mid-morning, there were lots of cyclists already coming back down. Many passed me going up. Most were Tour wannabes but there were a good number of mountain bikes and Dutch cyclists on trekking bikes. I was even overtaken by a bloke running up
The route is pretty straightforward: UP! But I took my GPS with me which was a reassurance once it had recovered from it's "Bugger me, this isn't Essex! Where the hell am I?" confusion.
I was starting to run out of steam when finally 6 km from the top Chalet Reynard appeared like a desert oasis ...
Once I had sat myself in the right place (on the terrace where food is served) and stopped pissing off the waiters by sitting in the drinks only area
I ordered the biggest beer they had to wash down ...
Followed by ...
... and coffee. I ate all the bread in the complimentary basket and downed the 75 cl pichet of water.
I then whipped round to the gift shop, filled up my bottles (tap cunningly hidden in the shop to get you in there) bought a Chalet Reynard / Mont Ventoux jersey and set off again.
The landscape was now classic Mont Ventoux, here was the bald giant of Provence ...
Just before the summit you come to Tommy Simpson's memorial ...
I had me photo took ...
And left Tommy a bottle as tradition dictates ...
This plaque bought a tear to my eye. I'm a bit of a soft sod when it comes to dads and their girls. Clearly Tommy has a couple of fine daughters, such a shame he never saw them grow up ...
A couple of rests later we were at the top ...
Time for one more photo ...
And then back down. On went my helmet, shades and jumper. The descent wasn't too scary, the bends are generally gentle and you easily see them coming up so can get rid of some speed before it's too late.
The ascent and descent came to 27.33 miles, it took about 3 hours to get up and 30 minutes to come down. My maximum speed coming down was 38.9 mph and I always climb at no more than 6 mph.
It was very hot ...!