ETAPE DU TOUR 2009
Post date: Jan 15, 2010 8:44:17 PM
Tour de France - Etape 2009
The Tour de France offers interested amateurs an opportunity to experience the "real thing" - they
can do one stage of the Tour - under more or less the same conditions as the real Tour.
Thousands try it every year. They are warned about time constraints - an average of 25 km. per
hour is not just expected - it is required - and ignominious defeat and a seat in the van awaits
those who fail, just like in the real Tour!.
This year the "Etape " took in Mont Ventoux - one of the big mythical mountains which has seen
moments of sheer magic and hours of deeppest tragedy. It was there that Lance Armstrong and
Marco Pantani danced their way to the summit and who knows really whether Lance let Marco win
the stage? It was there that Tom Simpson died - one of the great British hopes for the Tour. And
it was the mountain that formed the core of this year's Etape. It is classed as one of the toughest
climbs in cycling with 21km of ascent with an average gradient of 7.1% and legbreaking sections of
10%+ for several kilometres.
Ventoux gets its name from the French word for wind - vent - because as you struggle
upwards on the relentless gradient every now and then you get a little comforting wind -
before you hit the
bleak desert of the higher parts, where vegetation cannot survive and where you are hoping your
legs will!. The hot searing sun and the dead blast of heat which surrounds you in that bleak Godot
like landscape makes that little wind so welcome.
Club member Jonathan Flynn took up the gauntlet of this year's Etape, lining up in the starting pens
of Montelimar with 9,500 other riders representing 50 countries.Temeratures on the day reached 38
degrees with several crashes along the 172km race route.He did complete the challenge with an on
the bike ride time of 8 hours and 5 minutes. Of the 9,500 starters 2,500 were elimanated for not
making the designated time - so as the French say "Hats off!" ( Chapeau!).
This years race was won by professional rider and French national champion Dimitri Champion in a
time of 5 hours and 11 minutes with an attack on the lower slopes of the Ventoux.
Ray Jordan from St.Tiernans CC who travelled with Jonathan's group complied a report of his etape
adventure which gives a great account of the "Etape experience".
The Etape du Tour has been on my list of to-dos for years after watching the professional cyclists in
many of the last decade’s Tours de France. When the route was announced this year, I felt it was the
right time to go as such an iconic climb as Mont Ventoux only comes around every few years. As the
scene of many historic Tour dramas, it seduced me and riders from all over the world for the event.
This easily-recognisable mountain, standing out in isolation in the Provence region, has been the scene
of triumphs, tragedies and talking points over the years. Ventoux has witnessed the triumphs of great
cyclists like Merckx and Thevenet, the tragedy of Tom Simpson losing his life and the controversy of
Armstrong gifting Pantani the win in 2000. I hoped my visit would be one of triumph.
My trip began meeting a group of about 60 cyclists 4 days before the main event. These days were
spent training in the hills around Loriol near the host town of Montélimar, famous for nougat. My
introduction to the French mountains was swift and cruel, as part of a peloton of 40 riders, we made
our way up an 8km climb with an 8% average gradient. As I began to be overtaken as the climb
steepened, it was here that I realised my 39x23 would be too tough a gear to grind up Ventoux and
decided that the next day I would have to visit a bike mechanic to get a better gear system for my bike.
After 105km of hills on the first training day, the next days were not as tiring as we decreased the
distance and just kept the legs spinning, keen not to overdo it before the main event. The host
village in Montélimar was an exhibition of bike porn, with all of the main brands displaying their top
bikes, and I was glad I had left my credit card at the hotel as it was difficult to restrain myself from
buying a new bike.
The afternoons were filled with bike repairs and adjustments, relaxing in the sun by the pool, and
dinner and a few drinks in the evenings. Most nights were early, partly due to the €6 drinks and
the tired legs from the day’s spin.
At 4am in the morning on July 20th, we woke and stocked up on a carbohydrate-loaded breakfast.
Water bottles were filled and my St Tiernan’s jersey stuffed with energy gels and power bars. It
seemed strange applying on suncream when it was pitch dark outside the bus window, but we all knew
that we had a long day ahead of us. There was a mixture of excitement, nervousness and anticipation
in the air, as talks of the heat, crowds and the dreaded broomwagon filled the journey time.
When we arrived at the start, we made our way into our start pens. I was No 7500 and we were let
off in groups of 1000. I made the decision to try to cover a lot of distance in the next 2 hours so that I
could get away from the crowds, and joined trains of riders in the extreme left hand lane, as we
quickly made our way through the 6000s, 5000s, and 4000s right through to the 100s.
The three Categorie 3 & 4 climbs of the day over the Cote de Citelle, the Col d’Ey and the Col de
Fontaube were pleasant as the temperatures remained low and they felt more like drags rather than
alpine climbs with my new 39x27 cassette. The descents were fast as we snaked around the hairpins
from one small town to the next, being applauded and cheered by spectators whose encouraging cries
of “Bonne chance” brought a festival-like atmosphere to the event. We all still knew that we had to
keep something in reserve as we continued toward the last climb of the day to Mont Ventoux, the
“Giant of Provence”.
After about 4 hours of cycling, Ventoux appeared on the horizon, it’s moon-like surface shining in
the sun with the observatory standing out on top against the clear blue sky. It seemed so close by, but
everyone knew that there were a few more hours riding before we would conquer it.
The 17km descent from the top of the Categorie 3 Col de Notre-Dame des Abeilles brought us from
996m to the town of Bédoin at just 296m in the shadows of the hors categorie climb to Mont Ventoux
at 1912m. With wide roads and a smooth surface, I reached speeds of 77.4kmh, and was even braking
occasionally to stop myself from going any faster.
A short flat section gave us the opportunity to have some food before we rounded the right-hand bend
in Bédoin and saw the yellow sign which read Sommet 21km. Both sides of the road were thronged with
spectators from all over the world waving flags and banners as the road began to ascend gradually for the
first 3-4km.
As we entered the forest, it really kicked up. The next 10-12km would prove to be the toughest of the
day. By now it was shortly after mid-day and the mercury had risen above 35C. Perspiration began
to pour out more steadily and there was not much of a breeze as the tree density increased in the forest.
We snaked from one side of the road to the other for the shadows of the trees, however short-lived this
respite was.
By this stage there were riders walking their bikes uphill, lying in the shade of trees and looking generally exhausted. I was sipping water every 250m to maintain hydration levels, yet eager not to run out.
In advance of the professionals arriving the following Saturday, there were camper vans of Dutch, Belgian,
French, Spanish tourists lining the roads on this Monday afternoon. Generously, some even set up water
stations to give water away. The pompiers, fire brigade even turned up with spray machines to cool
us down as we continued up the climb.
We exited the forest and took our first close-up view of the famous lunar-like-landscape of Mont
Ventoux. It was time to take a few pictures and as I looked through the lens I saw a ribbon of cyclists
lining the rest of the hairpins all the way up to the summit. Fortunately there didn’t seem to be any
evidence of the wind which Ventoux is famous for, venteux means windy in french.
At Chalet Rénard there was a water stop and I pulled over to re-fill my bottles which were almost empty
again by now. I found a few biscuits in my pockets, which I gorged to fight off the knock.
Encouraged by the Sommet 6km sign I got back on my bike, and thought I had a slow puncture
as I pedalled away! I couldn’t believe it and decided that I would try and get to the top before the
air would run out. By this stage I was quite tired and did not want to have to replace a tube.
I increased my cadence and flew through the 5km barrier…another 100m up the road and I was
exhausted; it was back to grinding away again.
The last few kilometres were easier than the mid-mountain, yet the observatory still seemed so far
away. Going under the flame rouge it continued to tower above, and I realised there must be a
difficult last 1km to go. I could look back down the mountain and see cyclists continuing to toil their way
up. Yet, as we rounded each hairpin, the summit gradually got nearer until I recognised the final
right-hander and went for it up the inside. I almost kept my sprint going until the line but just rode over
casually in the end. There were no arms aloft, just a feeling of relief and satisfaction as I rolled over after
6h55 mins in the saddle. Juan Manuel Garate would complete it in 4h39 six days later.
It turns out my tyres were rock solid when I reached the top; I think it was my mind beginning to suffer
with delirium. I also put this down to taking a small crash into a barrier as I came down the other side,
suffering some cuts and road rash.
The crowds of spectators on the road are testament to the popularity of the Tour de France. There
were people from all over the world there to witness it. Over the next few days, at Lake Annecy and
on the sides of la Col de la Colombiere, I also experienced this, as I marvelled at the peloton’s talent
and saw their suffering first hand. It was a privilege to watch Contador and the Schleck brothers
climb up the mountain at the tête de la course and to see Armstrong drop Nibali and Wiggins 1km from
the summit top, right before my eyes. Nicolas Roche gave me a finger-wave as he came up in about
25th place and Cancellara put on a great show as he sat up in his saddle with both hands in the air
high-fiving the crowd after he was dropped off the back of the bus.
Overall, I would highly recommend a trip to the Etape du Tour for any amateur cyclist. In fact, it has
even encouraged me to do this again. It just won’t be the same watching it on television next year,
without the hype, the passion and the captivation of La Grande Boucle.