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Schnaittenbach – 609km completed

Whichever way I studied it the outlook on Epic Ride Weather didn’t change: building heat, rain showers with heavy rain later, and a hill profile that resembled a shark’s jawline. At least there wasn’t much wind, and what little there was would probably be lost in the dips and hollows. It could have been worse – the coffee was good and the breakfast buffet plentiful. And, as hoped, the tables had been set earlier than the official opening time. So by the time I’d finished my bike checks (tyres, chain lube etc) the feast was laid out waiting. Around half of the bikes had dispersed already by the time I made it out to the back courtyard and kitted up. As I rolled back through the main street and out of town the early morning was bright and cool and the roads were empty. It was a lovely time to be on a bike, at least for now. 

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Garching – 404km completed

My second attempt at a morning routine was marginally more efficient: shower, tea, muesli bars, stuff everything into the saddle pack until it resembled a tightly packed sausage, and lash it all onto the bike. Although for some reason, I couldn’t seem to eliminate a slight mid-bag sag. It didn’t waggle around, and wasn’t in danger of rubbing down onto the mudguard, but something in the centre of the packing wasn’t holding tight once mounted. I guess on such a Frankenstein rig aesthetics shouldn’t matter but it bugged me more than it should. Finally, before leaving the room I took a photo of where the bike stood in case the hotel guy was worried. He wasn’t – clearly tired from a night shift, the only thing on his mind was getting done and getting home. He had less than hour before he was out of there, but despite being obviously tired and running low on patience he still fired up one of the push button self-serve espresso machines and guided me through the controls, resulting in a decently strong, delicious cup of steaming coffee. The first of my morning wishes was granted, and the night manager’s rave review was in the bag.

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Innsbruck – 218km completed

First morning on the road which inevitably meant my routine wasn’t honed yet – plus the apartment had tea and coffee, ensuring a degree of faffing took place as I showered and loaded the bags up. But eventually I staggered back down the tricky curve of stairs, dropped the card key in the box, avoided the lethal step back up to the door and rolled out onto a bright but chilly street. Aside from the occasional dog walker the roads back to where I’d left the main route were almost deserted. Technically, I could have taken a more direct route to the only café my desk checking of the map had suggested would be open so early on a Sunday. But under strict event rules, if you leave the route for any reason other than traffic or diversions, you rejoin it at the point you left. On the way, I passed two more of the five riders from India who I’d briefly met on the cycle path yesterday before they sped off ahead of me. We exchanged hellos before heading off on completely different streets. I guess they were making for somewhere different, or maybe just cracking on with their ride.

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Rovereto – 0km completed

The moment was here – 8 months after sitting in a hotel lobby in London impatiently hitting refresh hoping that when the entry button showed I’d be lucky enough to get a place, it was time to load up my gear for real. Nervous doesn’t come close to how I felt tightening down the straps on my bags. Every action and decision from this point, good or bad, would have a direct impact on how far I could get on this ride. The benefit of having two TCR attempts behind me was that I had a really good understanding of what was ahead, and the mindset and choices that would help me reach the end. The downside, of course, was that this was my third try at finishing a monster 4,000km ride. On paper, this should be more in my wheelhouse than those before. But in less than 2 hours time the phrase “on paper” would lose all meaning. Needless to say, breakfast conversation, whilst sociable, was a lot more limited – with frequent trips by each of us back to our rigs to add or adjust something. And it was now a lot more than just Benjamin, Christopher and myself. Eight or more other riders were finishing their last fettling, and loading up on as much food as they could get down. As we began to filter out from the B&B, the atmosphere just in our small group was already tremendous. But despite the enthusiastic smiles and jokes, nothing could fully mask an edginess to the collective energy.

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18-Jul-24, Colle Ameno B&B, Rovereto Italy

The taxi driver stopped right outside the door of the B&B and helped me unship the heavy box from the back of his van. The journey to this point had been unremarkable – so much so, I wondered if I’d allowed myself too much time to get here. I had all afternoon and all of tomorrow to get my bike assembled, checked out, and anything broken or missing replaced. I was early, but the staff were there to check me in quickly and show me through to the lovely enclosed courtyard and garden at the rear. My box was far too heavy to lug up to the room, which was up two flights of stairs – one to the upper balcony, and another to the upper rooms. With nothing really to unpack, I dropped everything and headed for a quick lunch at a café in the square just meters from the huge wooden side entrance of the B&B. Fed and watered I wandered back to assemble my rig.

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