Of course I already knew that it would be hard for me to master
the short track of about 31m/50km with almost 5906 vertical
ft/1800hm well. Struzzi knew it too, as you can see by the
look on his face.
I hadn't dealt with this many vertical feet in one race this
year yet and was scared to death of the technically difficult
descents. Shortly after Ubi had passed me and hinted that
I might want to switch to a higher gear, I vomited luxuriously
en route. That really had nothing to do with Ubi, I swear.
At this point my morale was low and I was being radically
passed. I guess since I looked like such complete shit, a
young lad began to encourage me by saying how proud I should
be that I had made it this far. Well, I finished the damn
thing, but let's not talk about my ranking or time. At least,
I was able to play the good samaritan and give away my inner
tube, lend my pump to someone 3 times and help an "elderly"
lady with a tire change.
The crippling blow, as Ubi had already mentioned, was the
eye of the needle ascent, where everyone had to get off and
push (on the subject, basically everything is ridable, I say:
haha). We stood around for 45min and had time for a nice chat.
Conclusion: it can only get better from here.
Ahoy, Martin