It's Always a Race

So it’s the day after one of the best days I’ve ever had on a bike. The previous day I had ridden 3 huge French mountain passes, all on my Pat Malone. It was indeed one of the more challenging and rewarding days I’ve had on a bike (see that story here). The question I askednextwas: “How do you back-up from a day like that?” Col de la Croix de Fer – that’s how. Another 24km of badass mountain. By the end of this climb, I will have been called ‘strong’ by two separate riders, and there is no compliment I enjoy more… Wanna see more humble brags about my trip to France? Click here

Galibier and Izoard, The French Alps, all on my own.

Recently I was on a bike tour in the French Alps during the Tour de France. I rode a lot, I drank a lot, I ate a lot. I climbed many different mountain passes, saw views to make your heart ache and climbed so high it made my lungs burn. In one week I rode 814 kilometres, climbed 18,809 metres, and had the best time I have ever had on my bike. But in all of that, one day stood head and shoulders above the rest. It was a day that will stay burned in my memory for a very long time to come. It was glorious, difficult, empowering, long, tall and rewarding. read on for more on that incredible day