Saturday saw the running of the Tour of Flanders (or the Ronde Van Vlaanderen as we like to say here in Belgium) sportif as a pre cursor to the Pro race the next day. The choices of distance on offer were roughly 80m, 140km or the daunting 240 km option. Lew and I cautiously chose the 140km ride as this covered 16 of the 17 climbs that the Pro's would do on Sunday....and we both felt that this was quite enough having just got off the plane from Australia the night before (excuses, I know).
It was a little disconcerting when a seasoned European campaigner like Lew got up in the early hours of Saturday morning, went out and checked the weather and finding it to be somewhat sub zero (literally!) proceeded to put on five layers of state of the art winter cycling clothing. It says something about the temperatures here that he completed the whole ride and never shed a single item. The maximum temperature for the whole day was two degrees. Fortunately it only snowed very briefly, and that was just after we finished.
So how was the ride?
Just fantastic. Seriously well organised and certainly the middle distance was a challenge, but was quite achievable for average riders like us. The atmosphere of the place is just terrific...think Around the Bay meets Mur de Hoy. The event is capped at 16,000 riders, but the start time is anywhere between 7am and lunchtime so that helps spread the field out. The roads are narrow and generally very quiet country lanes or dedicated bike paths so it all feels quite safe and the course is well marked out.
The route is almost impossibly convoluted. Someone described it as a plate of spaghetti dropped over a map of northern Belgium. The Pro race uses much of the same route but repeats some of the tougher bergs up to three times. A mindboggling effort.
The other aspect of the day that surprised me was the high standard of almost all of the riders (and bikes!). Most people looked like they were in good shape and rode regularly, which is not something that is always the case in mass rides in Australia.
Needless to say both Lew and I were very happy to cross the finish line.... and be met by the La Fuga team with a warm van, food and the obligatory Belgian beer. A great day out.
Start and finish town...Brugge.
Typical Flandrian countryside of most of the ride
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These boys got our award for brightest bikes and kit. About 10% of the field used MTB's
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Typical signage for all the 17 short but sharp bergs
This was the first climb for the ride...the famous Koppenberg. Regrettably with 16,000 riders the distance from Brugge was not enough to spread everyone out. Once a couple of people have to walk...everyone walks. Thankfully it was the only berg where this happened...for us anyway.
Typical northern Belgian countryside at this time of year
Leonardo (our Brazilian mate) can't quite work out why he has to sit next to this idiot.
The field starting to spread out
A triumphal Lew conquers another sportif... acquires another whole outfit for the wardrobe