Posts Tagged ‘alps’

The 1910 challenge.

July 20, 2010

What a movie! I have watched this a few times over the weekend and it’s just mystifying how it was possible to do back in 1910. The human really is capable of more than we expect of it.

Well done guys. Truly an epic journey.

Watch the movie here.

Cent Cols Challenge.

September 16, 2009

This man Mike Cotty as well as some other fairly well known cyclists are doing what Joe, Keiran and myself just did. The only difference is that I believe they are aiming to do ( as the title suggests ) 100 Cols in ten days… I guess that equates to 10 Cols per day!? Jesus, good on you guys and godspeed. It makes our 10 Cols in 6 days absolutely pale in comparison!


I was looking forward to the Joux Plane, I’d ridden it from the other side a few years back and on that occasion had the pleasure of a slick descent to Morzine in the wet. Today the weather looked all the better, scattered cloud and sunshine helped lift spirits early on and as we climbed an eerie layer of cloud rolled up from the valley until we broke through. It was at this moment I had my first glimpse of heaven. The lake glistened peacefully at the summit, whispers of cloud and a glimpse of blue behind the mountain range on the horizon. That was all I needed. For me, the job was done. It couldn’t possibly be a bad day.

Follow the Cent Cols challenge here.

Les Alps.

September 2, 2009


So I have been lucky enough to be invited along with a couple of my pals on a trip to Lake Annecy in the French Alps for a week of pure cycling and check me, I can hardly contain my excitement!

I have my lists ready, spare tubes, maps, tent, stove, bbq, sleeping bag the lot and I am ready to go.

I leave this Friday and return the following so please expect no posts between then as I will no doubt be vomitting from over exertion somewhere off the side of a french mountain.

Wish us luck!

Alpine greatness.

August 18, 2009

Sorry about the lateness of this, I perhaps should have thought about posting it BEFORE I left to go cycle and get lost on the way to Malvern… but I’ll save that one for another time.

After yesterdays post on the joys of road cycling I stumbled across the following.

I typed in the URL of my new favourite blog and what was presented there before me was one of the best posts I have come across in a quite a while so I had to share it with you.


As a spindly-legged kid, I spent most of my summers tucked in my Austrian father’s broad slipstream while we pedaled up and down New Hampshire’s winding back roads. Saddled atop his dinosaur of a Motobecane, ragged cycling shoes wedged into his toe clips and his unruly grey hair flapping in the wind (he never wore a helmet, which, he assured me in his heavily-accented English, were for loozahs), he’d ramble on about all the epic Alpine rides he and his fellow farm boy buddies had done as teenagers. Then he’d crack open a can of Coors when we got home, drain it and tell me more. I knew ‘em by heart: The time they’d hooked their hands onto the back of a bus in order to coast the last few rain-soaked kilometers into Munich just to buy an LP of Revolver; the time they’d stumbled into a Swiss gasthof, cycling caps askew and faces full of grime, only to be fed for free by the matronly proprietor who’d pitied such a worn-out and weary-looking crew; and of course the many occasions on which they’d outmaneuvered slick Italian sport coups down Passo di Stelvio’s 48 hairpin turns. Sure, just the other day I blew a few too many freelance checks on this carbon fiber racing rig, but no matter how modern my tastes have become, I’m still – thanks to dad – obsessed with vintage bikes, no-frills cycling apparel and leg-breaking rides.

Which is why I was so psyched to find these photos. Snapped by (and in some instances starring) Jobst Brandt, a former mechanical engineer for Porsche and the author behind wheel-building bible The Bicycle Wheel, these photos chronicle the Californian’s 20-something Alpine cycling trips dating back to 1959. Despite Jobst’s techy background, however, you won’t find anything in the photos below but rawhide tans, long surfer hair, wool jerseys, vintage touring bikes, gravel roads running wet with Alpine snow melt and summer snow banks piled higher than a set of stacked Suburbans. No route was too daunting for Jobst and his buds. Pretty refreshing stuff.

But what really makes these photos so interesting is that they serve as testament to America’s love affair with cycling and adventure. Long before anal-retentive endurance athletes hijacked the sport with their scientifically engineered training programs, heart rate monitors and recovery shakes, laidback westerners were going nuts for two-wheeled competitions like Colorado’s Red Zinger Classic and California’s Nevada City Criterium, and, just like Jobst, many headed for Europe to retrace the pedal strokes of their heroes. Packing their jerseys’ with spare tires, passports and enough Schillings, Liras and Francs to buy a few post-ride rounds at whatever bar they found themselves in, these guys had a boyish mentality to riding and a real sense of two-wheeled camaraderie, proving that a bicycle’s true value isn’t measured in pounds or price tags, but merely by where it can take you.

Words by James Jung of the Foggy Monocle.
Photographs by Jobst Brandt.
Found at A Continuous Lean.

See more fantastic scanned photographs of Jobst’s Alpine cycling adventures right here.

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