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Sunday 13 September 2015

Mont Ventoux – take it easy

For many, the ultimate pilgrimage is the long hike across Spain to Santiago or a journey to Saudi Arabia for the Hajj. For cyclists it is the Mont Ventoux. On any reasonable summer’s day they come in thousands. All shapes and sizes. Young and old. Fit and unfit but optimistic. And on all types of bicycle.

Mont Ventoux, 1912m high, is a huge hummock rising from the hills of Provence like a great whale surfacing through a sea of vineyards. So huge you can see it clearly from 70km away. So huge it more than fills your car windscreen from 10km distance. The top is bare white stone. At the summit a tall tower.

This is the cyclists’ Mecca, made famous by the Tour de France. By the death during the 1967 Tour of Tommy Simpson as he chased the lead in 400C plus heat. Its magnetic powers draw more riders from year to year.

We rode up first in 2008 – had no real idea of what to expect. The crunch comes in the final 6km. The bare white rock dazzles. The incline steepens. The top comes closer slowly, reluctantly.
 
First glimpse of the top - it doesn't look far but it is!
This year we were prepared. We took the longer and easier route from Sault. New smooth surface. Winding up first through lavender fields. Then through scrubby woods. Steady, moderate climbing.


The woods peter out. The junction with the steeper road from Bedouin marks the start of serious business. 6km to go at 7-8% The trickle of pilgrims thickens to a stream. Slowly churning pedals. Puffing. Panting. Greetings as the unchallenged flit past. ”Bonjour”. “Bravo”. “Bon courage”. “Allez allez”,
 
Through a barren rocky landscape a steady stream of riders grind up the final 6km
Professional photographers snap great images and thrust their cards into a pocket. The road grinds on. A procession of cyclists. Some pushing. Some struggling. Some spinning impossibly low gears. And some smoothly gaining altitude. They probably do it daily.

Suddenly, the café is on the left. The road sprials right in a cruel, steep turn into the finish. A confusion of cars, motorcyclists and tired, exultant cyclists. Photos. Selfies. Then the descent.
 
Everyone wants their picture taken at this spot
The road back to Sault from the junction is pure joy. All downhill. Smooth, swooping bends. If you want to reach your mecca, take it easy, ride from Sault.

Distance from Sault 26km. Vertical ascent 1150m

Top place to stay:
Auberge du Vin: a B&B par excellence. Breakfast in the courtyard with a view of Mont Ventoux rising above the vines which surround this ancient house. In the evening, relax with a glass of wine, look up at the mountain and think: “We did it!”
http://www.aubergeduvin.com
 
The view across the vineyards from the Auberge du Vin
Best Barrista:
Chris at Auberge du Vin will make you a coffee to blow your socks off. Ask for the double shot.

Cinglé
If you are really keen check out http://www.clubcinglesventoux.org/en/rules.html
This is for those who ride all three routes to the top in one day climbing 4400m or even doing it all twice in a day – 8800m total ascent.



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