I Just Flew in From Northern Italy and...
boy are my legs tired.
Spent some time at the Italian Cycling Center in Borso del Grappa, a small hill town northwest of Venice near Monte Grappa. Incredibly popular region for cycling. One Sunday, the big club ride day, we must have seen at least 700 cyclists during a 45 mile ride.
Highlights included seeing the start of the final stage of the Giro, climbing up and riding through the Asiago Plateau, (No. I did not stop for cheese.), a day trip by train to Venice, the prosecco vineyards and rolling our own 75 mile ride that took us through mountainous countryside dotted with little villages and down the craziest road I have ever ridden. And, of course, there was a good amount of prosecco and grappa drinking.
Here are some images:
The ICC, business run by an 80 y.o. guy who lives near me in Philly, is a great value. You pay a per diem rate that includes your lodging with private bathroom and three meals a day, assuming you finish the day's ride by about 1:30 p.m., which we usually did. All the table wine you can drink during lunch and dinner is also included. The meals were, for the most part, extremely tasty. Each night you may choose the antipasto as your main course to go with your first course, which comes from a list of three items. The antipasto is all-you-can eat. While some items were staples, its makeup varies widely from night to night. There are always at least two dozen preparations to choose from. Fish, meat and vegetables are always equally represented. A few main course highlights were rabbit, pork shoulder, swordfish carpacchio and even horse steak, which I had to try.
I now have to find the motivation to ride the same old roads here at home.