I recently returned from ridding L’Intrepidia for the second time. It is the only ride of its type that I have done more than once and I was not disappointed!
There are a lot of things that I like about this ride, the fact being that it is truly a community event is right at the top of the list. OnFriday, there was a talk in the town theater with Moreno Argentin, Maurizio Fonderiest, and Tatiana Guderzo. Getting to see World Champions would be a good show, but the best part of the evening was the kids from the local school singing a song about L’Intredepia. It was written by their music teacher, who accompanied them on the accordion. On Saturday, the town had displays of crafts and musicians in the streets. Plus there was a Gastroride to local farms that was open to anyone one on any type of bike. And of course, the usual swap meet. A surprising item for sale there this year was that hard to find Italian item, Newbaums handlebar tape.
Sunday was the ride. I have started a few rides of this type in the dark, on my own. This one is a mass start from the central piazza. After everyone in the the sang the Italian National Anthem, we rolled town the hill, through tobacco fields covered by a thick fog. It was really cold, but the organizers had hot drinks waiting as we pulled out of the fog for the first climb. At the second rest stop, Francesco Moser passed me. It is mostly likely that he was held up talking to fans and posing for photos, but I am clinging to the belief that my incredible pace that put me ahead of him. If only I could have kept it up.
I did the long route again this year. At the Cagnano rest stop, the time stamp table last year was manned by a guy dressed as a bishop. This year he was in a knight’s armor. He remembered me from last year which speaks to the personal scale of this event.
The next day, as we were headed to the car, bike and luggage in tow, we passed some of the organizers. They stopped us and asked us how the ride went and for feedback. Feedback? For 25 euros, I was entertained for a weekend, got to ride with World Champions, had more food than i could eat, had enough wine that I had to put myself on a one glass per rest stop limit, rode some really challenging roads, and got to immerse myself in the things that i love about cycling for a while. I will be back.
Some photos follow.
No, the gruppo did not come home with me.
Just hanging out an a World Champ walks by. The others are behind me.
Start was at a civilized hour.
If only there was food
The best rest stop of the ride