So with the rest day upon us its time for some fun shenanigans away from the race…others can stress about the Team Sky press conference but just so it feels like we’re there here’s a picture of Dave doing some classic hand gestures…i can almost predict that will accompany what ever crazy quote he gave out
Meanwhile i had better plans…well different at least. Having seen it and photographed the race there i had decided to ride back up to Pic de Nore, a whole 1211m above sea level. By the route i had chosen the basically meant i rode up hill for 26 miles solid, there was one brief decent off the Col de la Croix Sous which was so sketchy i was happy to see the back of it. Single track..dappled sunlight..pot holes and tight blind hairpins, what more could a boy want, other than wide smooth mountain descents where you can actually see the road to read how tight the next corner is.
Still the i made it to the top and took the obligatory bike picture (to go with the picture of goats i took on the way up)…i even had to wait for someone else to finish taking theirs, i then set off for the joy of 23 miles back down on a much better road, sadly traffic and it still being slightly tricky i don’t think i was as fast as the peloton going down it yesterday.
all that was left to fulfill my rest day schedule was to look for some non bike pictures to take and the garden of the Gite i am staying in did not disappoint
So the second rest in upon us and finally time to enjoy a little rest, i excused myself from the covering the press conferences…you only need one person to take pictures of people sitting still.
its time to go and enjoy some of the roads i have been driving on and enviously thinking “i’d like to ride that” the plan is to go and do the final climb of yesterdays stage..in reverse and then back in the race direction…should be a fair amount of climbing and descending fun to have with some switchbacks to enjoy.
Yesterdays stage was an interesting one…doing a first stop in the first few hundred meters of the stage always seems odd, it means you start off behind and then the whole stage is a chase to get back on but the Milliau Bridge was too good an opportunity to pass on. Only finding out the drama of the days stage over dinner i spent a few mins desperately searching back through my pictures to see if i had been lucky enough to capture it. Given it happens in the 1st KM and i was at about 500-600m into the stage i was incredibly unlucky to miss out but as you can see below they are still playing nicely at this point..or maybe its happened and they are still next to each other.
either way the rest of the day was a driving challenge to get back on the course ahead of the race, one challenging section of winding roads had me concentrating hard to make it round hairpins. Within a few kilometers of the race route we came up behind a jeep and a motorbike that were clearly together. The road didn’t lend itself to the overtaking and as soon as it a was straight the sped up. All too quickly the race route was upon us, the classic “cars dumped on both sides of the road” and the familiar red and white blocks showing it was blocked. The jeep and the motorbike just seemed to pile into oblivious to the fact they weren’t going to be able to go further. The gendarme manning the road was on there quickly trying to explain they couldn’t go any further. Almost as quickly the team car that was following us that was also desperate to get on the route was at there door…i can only imagine the words exchanged. I should point at that also at this point the owner of the accommodation for the evening had phoned so i was having a conversation in bad french explaining what time we would be there and it couldn’t be any earlier, perfect timing.
Thankfully a combination of tooting, my colleague Pete, someone from the team car being a little more vociferous and the gendarme got them out the way and bingo we were on the race route. All i had to do was just sit there and be ready for the way to clear and then floor it to get the gap between the race and us for comfort.
With that all sorted the all that was left was deciding between a final stop and the finish, in the end the final climb was too tempting and we stopped. This time it was Pete’s turn to be smug…having loaded up and walked a way from the car i suddenly realised that he had grabbed his jacket…he just looked at me and smiled..a few hundred meters later we cleared the protected bit of the road and the wind hit us…too late now…thankfully it wasn’t too cold but having been acclimatised to 30C sub 20 in strong wind was pretty cold for a delicate flower like me.
So today was a long and winding road…lined by some of the best scenery France has to offer. It’s not the mountains but it’s pretty damn hilly and also naturally beautiful.
To get to the first stop of the day I had to pass up the following..
Sunflowers…they were at KM0 for that day and mediocre at best…skipped
Winding downhill into a valley….nice string out peloton would be nice…skipped
Tunnel carved into/through the cliff…everyone loves a good tunnel but still…skipped.
More winding down hill…skipped
Finally I got to the stoop I’d heard people talking about in the morning Vallon Pont D’Arc. Parking was easy but getting in a place to get a shot was going to be hard.
Trying to walk through thorny trees and bushes on loose scree loaded with more camera gear that I really needed was honestly very scary…no tears but certainly blood and sweat
There were 4 or 5 of us who found our way up and in the interests of everyone’s safety made a pact to stay still until the entire peloton has passed…no one wanted to start a rock slide and hit a car or, god forbid a cyclist.
Sadly not everyone was quite so considerate or even clever. A few late comers completely ignorant of the risk barged on and scarpered while there were still car and riders passing below. Somehow major calamity was avoided…all that was left was to find my way back out…rescuing a fellow snappers photo bib with my monopod on the way.
With the shot taken all that was left was getting to the finish…an hour and a half on some very demanding but also stunning roads and I made it…desperate to go back and ride there at some point.
So the mountains have started and what a couple of day it been so far and with Alpe D’Huez providing the crescendo for the Alps today.
When travelling by car to cover the race the mountains are often a wistful look at what might have been, all the curling hairpins to capture to the peloton winding its way up…the beautiful vistas of the giant peaks in the back ground. Its so often a one stop day, the lack of roads makes it impossible to get back ahead and catch them again. But if you can find a great spot all the could have’s vanish from memory
Yesterday driving the route we saw a beautiful damn over which the race went and the when winding up the climb to La Rosiere we were making calculation of whether it was possible to shoot down the hairpins and still get back ahead and stop. Sense prevailed and we found the spot, then a few KM later found a spot to park the car, which is usually more of a challenge. a few shortcuts between the hairpins and the walk down was relatively pleasant. The walk back up after the race had been through was less pleasant and a little bit sweaty but there’s a lot of walking to do for these pictures.
Post race was a big transfer from La Rosiere straight to the Alpe, miscalculated a little and had a 3 hour drive but luck was in and we found a restaurant open to get some found and the after hours check in worked perfectly. Getting there was a little more challenging as both of my Sat Nav’s (phone and a tomtom), at the same time, decided that it wasn’t possible to get to my destination…just want you need a you are just skirting round a major city and several motor way junctions. I had a complete sense of humor failure for at least 5 mins.
Still sleep was had, a tough ride was done this morning (fasted ride up Alpe D’Huez is not to be recommended)
Seeing as the riders haven’t raced today I leave the update on then vs me on KM’s until tomorrow…it’s safe to say my north to south transfer has pushed my lead significantly.
The first part of my transfer as far as Troyes went very smoothly…arrived at a nice hotel in enough time to get dinner. This almost went awry when sat there waiting for someone to take my order the kitchen closed. Somehow they took pity on me, and given there were 3 loads of team staff who were still going to get served I think the sad look in my eyes swung it.
Within minutes steak and fries appeared and a beer shortly after. The waiter was so apologetic they didn’t have the right glass for the beer, while this is almost certainly a crime in Belgium they may be more lenient in France and I know I could look past it
The following morning was entirely taken up with driving the rest of the way to Annecy. As I approached the accommodation I booked I was getting concerned as I was disappearing into smaller and smaller roads but somehow I’ve lucked out. The Gites is run by a lovely lady called Louise who welcomed me in with a cold drink and extended me the use of her washing machine…total result.
I can now head into the mountain stages with clean pants, socks and most importantly cycling kit.
While there wasn’t a bike race to photograph I thought I’d indulge in another subject….bee’s
So quite a lot of people have made it to the rest day, sadly quite a few haven’t and quite a few haven’t made it in great condition.
Today was not brilliant for me, i’ve done Roubaix enough times to know what it takes to cover it in a car but a cobbled stage is always a different kettle of fish so i went with both an easy and safe plan. After a pleasant 20 or so miles on a little tour of some local Great War memorials, which is always humbling, i headed out. Ignoring the start and striking out for the last section of cobbles which were in a cluster of potentially feasible photo opportunities.
Coming off the Motorway just as they were closing the junction and finding a great place park which meant i should be able to do 3 places i was feeling relaxed and even a little smug.
Heading out for corner of sector 4 i was surprised to see a press car coming up the cobbles as i thought we weren’t allowed today, but could swallow my jealousy as they would save me a hard sweaty run between the first two stops. But from this point Slowly, inexorably and almost inevitably the smile was wiped from my face.
The two leaders arrived…all was well…the yellow jersey group was just seconds away and at that point my world went light blue…a fan decided that was the perfect time and position to be waving a flag..brilliant! A few choice words, which he possibly didn’t understand and i headed to my lift, elbowing a few people out the way. At this point i realise the lens hood had fallen off my camera..too late now that cars moving.
The second spot save me, a nice clean picture of most key riders, although Geraint rudely decided to hide on the inside behind another rider, that one ticked off its time to head to the third. Again a little elbow work to get through the crowd and walk-jog to the car…at this point i see that my carefully planned escape route has been blocked…somehow in the 40 mins since i left someone parked up a camper van and put their awning across the rest of the road. Green with envy i watch the moto’s breeze under the awning and head off. Looks like the verge/field is my only option…and lets be honest it was mostly field i check for a ditch and once i am sure its safe i veer around and dash to the next spot.
By this time i am too late i’ve missed the Yellow jersey group and in some kind of Benny Hill tribute its at this point the belt slips on my shorts (my previous walk-jog must have knocked it) and its just as the race helicopter is directly above me. Picture if you will a small tornado of dust blowing around me while i try and keep my shorts up…i was not impressed.
Thankfully i got enough shots for the day and could head off of the first half of my 800km transfer to Annecy pretty quickly for the test day…which will hopfully involve some washing and a ride up a mountain..
It’s almost like a tour from the 90’s and you could be forgiven for decrying it as dull compared to the constant full gas racing of this years Giro. But on the other hand can you blame the riders for taking it easy again with what lies in wait tomorrow…not exactly a silent assassin, more like a big brute of a security guard checking the list of names.
So as we wind further north and further east it’s was a “rolling”, as an old uni team mate who was fine with going up hill would have
lied described it.
Before we hit proper mountain I am often confused by categories of climbs…I drove up something that’s was probably 6mins of decent effort…and it didn’t even get a mention.
Scenic shots were the call of the day with several options out on course of fancy houses, odd buildings and cathedral’s. Not much action to be seen until the last 10km and that’s the purview of the Moto snappers…by that time I’ve been stood baking in the sunshine on the finish line for 30mins.
So with peloton essentially extending their club ride for a second day and finishing it with another decent town sign sprint it time to start planning tomorrow and the cobbles.
So today was a good chance for the riders to catch up with a super long stage…a whole 231KM. Sadly I still knocked that out of the park and notched up a few more miles than them…
It was mostly a quick quick slow day….quickly rushing to get to the start….slowly wandering around waiting for the riders to pop out.
Quickly getting back to the car…to slowly drive up the course and look for somewhere to stop and take some pictures.
Slowly walk through a field to avoid sweating too much…
Quickly run back to the car…quickly work out where the hell I am meant to be going…quickly get off the course…quickly get back on the course ahead of the race…
Slowly wait for them to arrive
Then slowly get off the race route again…this should have been fast but for some reason there seemed to be a lot of people walking along the road…
Quickly try and get to the finish…quickly turn around when I come off one junction too early…
Finally slowly wait for the peloton to remember there’s a race on and cap the 221KM club ride off with the traditional town sign sprint.
slowly leave Chartres…mainly because all the roads I wanted to take were still closed…but at least I briefly saw the cathedral…nice framed by some traffic lights…I’ll be a good photographer one day
So another stage crossed off..lots of stops with the twisty course and a whole load of coast line
And now it’s midway through the next stage….due to my travel companion wanting to watch some people kick a ball around it was a late night which meant not as much sleep and no time for a ride in some beautiful French county side.
Given how nice the hotel was I’ll be noting that one down for another time when there is a chance to enjoy.
As for my stop today…I found a big rock to stand on….unfortunately too many options is leaving me very indecisive. It would help if the sun would stop going behind clouds blue sky could make or break the stop
Repeat until it’s drilled in….thou shalt start the stage with a full tank….thou shall start the stage with a full tank.
This is pretty much race prep 101…and I’m blaming the dodgy fuel gauge and Apple maps. While I don’t have any photographic evidence of it…I’d swear blind that the tank was at least a 1/4 full. This should have been plenty to make it to the start but somehow the warning light flashed on…the dual carriageway we were on was more barren than some motorways in the U.K.
The sat bag. Siri and google betrayed us and it was pure lucky that not far up the road there was one open…2 Miles left on the range
Somehow despite this, we parked back in the same place (a convenient distance from the buses) we still made it Avant (leaving before the race)
In a catalogue or errors for the day once the stage was over I managed to pick the wrong location for the sat nav. 20mins later I spotted the error, turned it around and headed the right way. Luckily my travel companion was busy editing in the car and missed the awkward deja vu I had heading back the way we came.
When the night ends with not only getting a good dinner at a proper restaurant but also checking into your hotel (and sorting the double for the twin you had booked) you can’t be too upset…much worse has been endured..