God I love riding. This was an epic day. Poor old Mike did all the work up the Col du Telegraphe, but I was Menchoving so well that day, when he flicked his elbow, all he got was cold, steely Russian “Nyet”. Hhahaa.
Anyway, it was all high-larious up the Galibier then I wacked the gas on.
We drove to St Michel de Maurienne and then headed straight up the Col du Telegraphe, which is a really tough little climb up to I think 1570m. There is good coffee at the top.
