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    Tales from the Tour de France: Getting personal with the Tourmalet (column)

    Fun column today in the National Post by a Canuck sportswriter at the Tour. Captures what it's like to be a fan.

    COL DU TOURMALET, France — For cycling fans, the Col du Tourmalet is Mecca, a beast of a mountain and the greatest open-air sports stadium there is. There are no boards on the Tourmalet. No safety glass. No sidelines or security fences. No luxury corporate boxes or over-priced beers or fat cats in fancy suits occupying the best seats. No tickets required, and no real cultural protocol separating the fans from the athletes.

    The distance between spectator and hero is measured, literally, by inches during the Tour. Riders are close enough to the crowd, a throng that swelled to some 300,000 during Wednesday’s classic mountain stage, to reach out and touch. And some do, grabbing hold of a bike seat, giving it a mighty push and, at times, receiving a thumbs-up as a thank you — as well as a gentle scolding from one of the Gendarmes positioned nearby.

    Others sprint alongside their heroes, hollering encouragement in whatever language it is they speak. It is pandemonium around the periphery of the peloton, a roiling sea of humanity that, after baking in a hot mountain sun for hours waiting for the race to arrive, awakens into a wild frenzy once it actually does. And the fever is contagious.

    A confession: I hadn’t cheered at a sporting event in a long time until Wednesday, an era of detached silence coinciding with my many years as a sportswriter. You don’t cheer when you write the games. You don’t pick sides. And you never clap.

    But the calculating, non-clapping part of my sports soul died on the Tourmalet, a passing hastened by the appearance of a Frenchman, Thomas Voeckler, beetling up a twisting mountain road on the toughest day of cycling’s toughest race accompanied, for a brief stretch, by a shirtless, sprinting French man screaming in his ear. Screaming the magic words: “Allez! Allez!”

    They echo around these hilltops at the Tour, shouted by one and all as an exhortation, an incantation, a spell binding us to them, binding us all together. It is an intimacy I can’t say exists in other sports, one founded on a simple point of geography: Everybody standing at the top of the mountain watching the race understands exactly how far the cyclists have ridden to get there. Seventeen kilometres, straight up a very steep hill.

    Being at the side of the road as they approach allows you to peer into their faces, looking for clues. Some are contorted in pain, twisted from the exertion, while others are slack-jawed, almost expressionless. Some riders break into grins, peering back at the crowd — feeding off of it — flashing the thumbs up. Others, like Voeckler at times, will push the fans away or plead for a glimpse of the road ahead. The adrenaline is palpable.

    And then they are gone, chasing down the backside of the mountain.

    Imagine taking batting practice at Yankee Stadium, practising penalty kicks at Old Trafford, swatting a few balls on the grass at Wimbledon or rounding Amen Corner at Augusta National. They are all sports fantasies and, unless you own a team or know somebody who knows somebody, they will stay that way.

    But the Tourmalet is not a private club. You don’t need a ticket to get in. The road closes until the riders pass and then it reopens. Anybody brave or stupid enough to have ridden up the mountain that morning gets to ride back down it. No cars. No crowds, just you and your bike negotiating the same curves that the pros did some 20 minutes before.

    And as you gather speed, you say the magic words. Whisper them quietly, or shout them into the rushing wind: Allez! Allez!

    Tales from the Tour de France: Getting personal with the Tourmalet
    The pleasure is momentary, the position ridiculous, and the expense damnable.

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    ^Very nice write-up.
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    I did that stage on Saturday as part of the cyclosportive. The roads were closed and the locals and early-arriving fans were already out and cheering us on - despite the fact that we were just just a bunch of tourists. Some of them were kind of taunting us - there was one guy laughing as I made my way up the last 300m or so(which is about 10% grade at over 2000m of altitude). As I was huffing and puffing, I overheard him say with a laugh "pluie sur la descente." Most were chanting "Allez!" however, and didn't really seem to care who were were. I felt like a pro for a day.

    Oh, and it is 19km in this direction, not 17. The other side, coming from the reverse, is 17.

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    Well-written and engaging, thanks!

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    Quote Originally Posted by K.Katso View Post
    I did that stage on Saturday as part of the cyclosportive. The roads were closed and the locals and early-arriving fans were already out and cheering us on - despite the fact that we were just just a bunch of tourists. Some of them were kind of taunting us - there was one guy laughing as I made my way up the last 300m or so(which is about 10% grade at over 2000m of altitude). As I was huffing and puffing, I overheard him say with a laugh "pluie sur la descente." Most were chanting "Allez!" however, and didn't really seem to care who were were. I felt like a pro for a day.

    Oh, and it is 19km in this direction, not 17. The other side, coming from the reverse, is 17.

    I think if I ever try this I'll hang a sign on my back with just "I'm a Prop first a cyclist second" translated into French.
    Perish any man who suspects that these men either did or suffered anything unseemly.

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    Quote Originally Posted by K.Katso View Post
    I did that stage on Saturday as part of the cyclosportive. The roads were closed and the locals and early-arriving fans were already out and cheering us on - despite the fact that we were just just a bunch of tourists. Some of them were kind of taunting us - there was one guy laughing as I made my way up the last 300m or so(which is about 10% grade at over 2000m of altitude). As I was huffing and puffing, I overheard him say with a laugh "pluie sur la descente." Most were chanting "Allez!" however, and didn't really seem to care who were were. I felt like a pro for a day.

    Oh, and it is 19km in this direction, not 17. The other side, coming from the reverse, is 17.
    in the 90s I toured most of the Pyrenees with a friend, and on a couple of occasions on switchbacked downhills we'd pass families or couples picnicking and got the same response. Here we were a couple of fully loaded tourers but people would do the same, and those memories still make me smile thinking of that trip.
    The Pyrenees really are a beautiful place to ride through, whether the weight of your bike is 15lbs or 70, I highly recommend it as a trip to do, and really neat to follow the range along and see how the landscape changes as each day goes by.

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