Tour of Flanders
The Ronde van Vlaanderen
cyclo is held the day before the pro's race and it seems the whole of
Belgium either turns out to ride it or to shout encouragement to those
Flanders is regarded as one of the toughest of the one day classics and
the cyclo is no different. It has everything you'd expect from a
classic; dodgy pot-holed ridden roads, cobbles, monster climbs,
super-technical descents, grip-less off-cambered surfaces and an abundance
of street furniture, excitement and atmosphere.
Today we ride!
Dave Whitt, Bob Cabot and myself were down for the 140
kilometre route and Dianne entered the 75 kilometre event. After a
nourishing, all we could eat breakfast we set off the 13 kilometres from
our hotel in Aalst to Ninove for the start.
There was some debate of riding to the start, but as we
weren't sure if we'd all finish at the same time it was decided it's best
to go in the cars. After sitting in a 30 minute traffic jam it began
to look like a bad idea. With a long day ahead of us and here to
enjoy ourselves; what's the rush?
So we chilled and enjoyed the
ambience Just after nine, we left the cars for the start line.
A quick comfort break (as you can see above) and we were off.
First things first, grab the freebee glucose tablets from
under the start banner, then dodge the rider lying on the floor who'd
already come a cropper in the first ten metres! Out on to the main
road and join the 15,000 others all heading for Oudenaarde.
Belgian asked me which route we were doing, I replied I wasn't sure but
the Molenberg was the first climb. Last time I rode it the
Reikelberg was first but it wasn't on this years route. "It must be
the red route" he informed me. Dave looked at the sky and wanted to
put his rain jacket on. But he didn't.
think it's going to rain
said goodbye to Dianne and jumped in to a fast moving group. Heading
off the 38 kilometres to the Molenberg. We try not to get in to race
mode but as you all know it only takes two to make a race. We begin
jumping from group to group and pick up the pace. Dave once more
mentions the dark clouds but we press on.
Then it rains. Luckily we get separated at a
junction, myself and Dave are ahead, so we wait for Bob. It gives Dave a chance to get
his jacket on. Better late than never, was a pretty stupid thing for
me to say. But it's never stopped me before.
Dave put his rain
cape on over his wet clothes and was surprisingly calm about it all.
We re-group and crack on in classical Flanders weather; horizontal rain.
Could the day get any better?
Carlsberg Made Climbs...
A succession of rises begin to sting the legs.
Normally you'd call them hills but in Belgium they don't even register.
Then, from nowhere it appears; the Molenberg. The 460 metre,
loose-cobbled climb is narrow, wet and steep. You approach it blind
from a main road and don't even know it's there until you're on top of
With sections of 14%,
it requires skill, determination and luck to get to the top in one piece.
People have been walking up it all day, but we all manage to climb it
successfully. The day has truly started.
I could never tire of cobbled climbs, I get tired on them
but I could never tire of the ultimate challenge. Like an excited
parent at Christmas I wanted someone to share them with.
and Bob the reality lived up to all my hype and gushing through the
winter. They'd experience the first one and now it was a race to the
Before that there was the first feed at Oudenaarde, which
we bypassed. Too many people, too long to wait and we've a race to
We got stopped at the
village roundabout to let a funeral procession past. I managed to be at the
front when the policeman set us off. Which was nice in a way because
it gave me a clear view. But I still managed to take us past the
turn off for the Wolvenberg.
To be honest it was the marshal's fault. I think I
was going that fast he thought I was a pro and didn't need directions.
Still, a 50 metre detour saw us back on track. At least now we were
in the pack again and getting some shelter.
Which was nice, because
the 666 metre Wolvenberg is a devil of a climb (see what I did there?).
No cobbles but 17% sections gave Cabot the ammunition he needed to show
who's boss on the hills. Not wanting to peak too soon me and Dave
held back. Yeah, right!
we got to the Oude Kwaremont there were the cobbles to tackle at
Kluisbergen. These were a 3200 metre section of slightly rising
cobbles that you flew over the first 200 metres.
Then it just felt
like you were riding with your brakes on. Every single cobble saps a
little of your energy and you fight desperately to keep up your speed.
But human bodies weren't designed for such torture, unless your name's Boonen. You get a hammering that's almost impossible to
describe. And like a scary fairground ride, when you get to the end
you feel so happy you just want to turn around and have another go.
Although you wouldn't know it form the photo below!
The Oude Kwaremont on paper appears easy, 2,2k at 5%,
however in reality it's a killer. I've ridden it a few times (it's
included in Het Volk) and had a plan for revenge.
Get to the front for the first
600 metres of tarmac then hang on for the 1600 metres of cobbles that
followed. Once more Cabot had other ideas and screamed past when the
Dave, playing the long game, held his pace on my
wheel and climbed steadily to the top. It was at this point that he
mentioned a comfort break might be appreciated. Something at
breakfast hadn't agreed with him.
Riders 0 Berg 1
No time for that Dave, the Paterberg is just down the road.
The Paterberg used to be tarmac. Then the farmer who owns it had it
cobbled, providing they use it for Flanders! This would be our first
walk of the day.
I thought at last I was going to be first to the top but at
the steepest bit (20%) someone in front of me went down. I
moved to the side of him and grabbed the fence. I stayed up but now
couldn't get going again.
I looked behind and everyone was off their
bikes. It didn't help that there was an ambulance blocking the road.
Bob said a few uncharitable things until I pointed out there was a bloke
with his collar bone at a funny angle sitting in the road.
having had the odd clavicle incident, then felt a little sheepish.
Not that there were any sheep involved, you understand!
Then came the infamous Koppenberg. And just like the
pro's on Sunday, we had to walk the last 100 metres. If you want a
laugh go and find a steep, wet, greasy hill and try to walk up it in
The sheer volume of riders, wet cobbles, gravity and
tiredness (the others not us) all cumulated in slight disappointment.
But with another 16 classic climbs and heaven knows how many kilometres of
cobbles to tackle, you soon get over it.
climbing the last three monsters in just three miles you get a slight 12k
respite before the 820 metre, 8% cobbled Steenbeekdries. This isn't
too bad compared to the next one, a climb where experience really does
count. Again it's one I've ridden a few times before and knew well.
The 800 metre Taaienberg may only be 7% overall but it has bits at 18% in
it and the cobbles are atrocious. However there is a massive gutter
on the left hand side. I intended to get to the hill at the front of
whatever group we were in and get to the gutter first. And for once
the plan worked.
Despite two riders, from the same club, falling off in front of me I
managed to get round them and maintain momentum. If Cabot wanted
this one he was going to have to go the long way round. Never saw
him. My work is complete. I can now sleep easy knowing I "won"
at least one climb. How sad am I?
Dave's Comfort break
We regrouped at the top and headed for the next feed.
Which wasn't there! We cleared the level crossings at Maarkedal and
headed back towards Oudenaard. Then to Dave's relief, literally, we
found a building site with a chemical facility. He did what he had
to do (sorry Dave but it's part of the story) while me and Bob restocked
the fuel tanks and looked at the leadening sky.
In no time at all we were back on the road with Dave firing
on all cylinders again. We found a roadside pub and I went in to get
our bottles filled and some Mars bars. A quick blast down the road
and some more cobbles; downhill ones at that.
It was at this point
that my saddle bag and me parted company. It bounced past Bob at
fifty mile an hour but there was little he could do. Once he'd
caught me and told me about it, it was too risky to head back up the road
against the flow of traffic. So we left it, it wasn't for another
few miles till I realised the spare car keys were in it.
The other bergs passed without too much incident, apart
from pain and happiness in equal measure. We all began to climb
strongly and to be honest without too many people passing us. Maybe
all that winter training was paying off.
As the ride went on we
seemed to be getting stronger. Bl**dy tired mind but not as tired as
those around us. Then my phone went, a text from Dianne. We
carried on for a while then found an opportunity for Bob to have a comfort
break. I phoned Dianne, it wasn't good.
managed to get to within 10 metres of the top of the Muur when a big
German stalled on the hill and fell off landing on her and her bike.
The rear mech was bent in to her wheel and the bike's immobilized.
She was okay, a little bruised, but more annoyed at not being able to get
to the very top!
The fact she even made it to the Muur was an
achievement in itself. Unless you've actually been there you can't
The TV just doesn't give the impression of how steep or
hard it is, As you approach the Muur you can see the chapel nestled
on the top. "That's where we're going" points out Dave. It's
still about 3k away and looks as though it's just as high. You get a
sore neck just looking up at it.
As you can see, I was quite comfortable climbing
the Muur. It seemed, we'd contained ourselves rather well and had
enough energy left at the end to "enjoy" the challenge and the climb.
We'd already decided we'd stop at the top and find Dianne. After
threading our way through the masses and attacking the last two hundred
metres, there she was. Holding her bike at her side.
looked down there were still hundreds of riders coming up the climb.
A quick shuftie at the bike and we reckoned we could bend
the mech back in to place without breaking the drop out. A brave
decision but it worked. We could now all ride on together.
Luckily it's all down hill to the Bosberg. Unfortunately, the
Bosberg itself is anything but. The first 900 metres are tarmac then
for the last 350 it gets steep and it gets cobbled. Knowing it's the
last climb you find that little bit extra and give it all you've got.
There's no greater feeling than flying over cobbles and overtaking riders.
We get to the top and regroup for the last time.
It's 17k to the finish so we agree that Dave and Bob should
finish with a flourish, while I hold back and finish with a floozie.
Who you can see above having climbed the Bosberg stuck in her
With Dianne's bike stuck in a rear gear and with only the front changer to
select, we ride in at a nice comfortable pace. The boys have other
ideas and get a second wind. They latch on to a group heading for
the finish and begin to work them over. Dave now feels
"comfortable", or is that safe, getting out the saddle and making and
effort and Bob was just Bob. If it ain't hurtin' it ain't riding.
I "slacked" back to the finish with my wife where we had a
nice picture taken to go with our Alpe D'Huez one.
We all met at the
finish line, congratulated each other on a good job, well done, then
headed for the car. Thanking our lucky stars we didn't have to ride
to the hotel.
I drove my car and chatted with Dianne, while Dave
drove his and sat in silence because Bob had fallen asleep! How
ironic is that?
our evening meal and a replay of the day's events we had a good nights
sleep and an even better breakfast.
Myself and Dianne left for
home, while Dave and Bob headed for the Flanders Museum, the start of the
ladies' race and to watch the men's race on the Muur. If you want a
laugh ask to see his photo's.
They even got me a Flanders Flag for
the flamme rouge Service
All in all a fantastic weekend, you really should try it
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