Never thought I would write those words! Well, some of you may have noticed by now that one of us got some silly photo filtering app for his ridiculophone. I suspect it was Todd. Either way, the recent stream of photos looks all old and stuff.
But let that not distract you from the fact that we had another fantastical ride in Landgraaf, in the most south-eastern tip of the Netherlands. It was colder than cold but not too muddy and we decided to bite off another half loop since last time, giving ourselves a meaty 3 hours in the saddle.
So, Alex, Yannick, and I set off to disintegrate some Dutch singletrack. Or die trying. The Limburg region of Holland is known for its rolling hills – it’s where the Amstel Gold (super hilly) bike race is held each year. So the entire day was spent grunting up little climbs and wheeling down fun little descents. This is a very wll marked and maintained trained (yes big government!!!) and although being about 45 minutes away by car, is totally worth it. Best riding around.
There are 3 loops you can combine or choose from. If you’re a real man you can bite off all 3 but it’s a huge day. We are not real men so we did 2 loops, and it was enough. The last effort of the day is riding up a huge hill that is the leftovers of the mining days….it’s a torturous exercise, but you’re rewarded with views, of, err…the Dutch landscape… and then some pretty ok descents to wrap it all up.
Aside from a problem in the first half of the day of my chain falling off (until I overcame my laziness and stopped to adjust), it was a mechanical-free day and an excellent day in the saddle. Biggest problem with riding in Holland? You have to drink Dutch beer afterwards.