Day 7 – Le Mont Ventoux |
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Hoping to avoid making our third ascent of the day in the full heat of the afternoon, as well as any more thunderstorms, we arrived in Bédoin at dawn to begin our day of climbing. Our first ascent of the day was from Bédoin – the approach followed by the Tour de France when, unlike 2006, the route includes the Ventoux. The route began on the heavily wooded road through the forest that covers the lower slopes of the “Giant of Provence”. On this section of the climb, we met a few other cyclists and noticed that the storm had washed quite a bit of debris onto the road that would, we expected, make the descent very treacherous. As with l’Etape, we didn’t want to burn out on the first big climb of the day so we rode at a comfortable pace and just kept plugging away at the steep climb. | ||
Eventually, we emerged from the trees into the famous “moonscape” that marks the top of the mountain. Luckily, the often-tough wind wasn’t blowing here and we “only” had to contend with the steepness of the slope. The famed tower atop the old weather station at the summit served as our beacon, but – while it constantly got closer – it seemed to do so awfully slowly! We made the summit in just over two hours, still earlier than the souvenir shop opened.
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As we descended toward Malaucene, we saw something you’d only see in France – a street sweeper coming up an isolated mountain road just to sweep off the debris for cyclists and other tourists, less than 24 hours after a storm – perhaps our descent back to Bédoin would be clear after all!
We then needed only to safely descend to Bédoin to complete our journey, and what a descent it was. The street sweeper had indeed been through, the pavement was great, the scenery was gorgeous both “on the moon” and in the forest, and car traffic was light. This descent also features perfect curves – frequent enough and sharp enough to be fun, but not so much that you had to brake too heavily. It was a blast, and we are now officially “Cinglés” members 1647 and 1666. Following the descent, we walked in to the bike shop where we parked just in time to catch the tail end of the day’s Tour de France stage on which Floyd Landis first took the yellow jersey. He had finished before we arrived, but the yellow jersey was still on the road on the back of Frenchman Cyril Dessel, and it was a matter of whether he’d finish in time to keep the jersey or lose it to Floyd. His final time gap was almost exactly equal to his previous lead, but Floyd had earned a time bonus for his finish on the stage and so moved into the lead. |
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