Damn spring, does it take much longer? Damn virus, why don’t you cease to exist?
Around here, winter is not bad, but not completely suitable for cycling. I live in Bassano del Grappa, at the foot of the Venetian Prealps, where some of the most beautiful climbs in the Veneto appears between one shed and another.
From December to March, I often find myself in the dilemma of not being able to decide which ride to do, as the options are many and challenging. Shaded and upwind valleys, mountain massifs that go well above 1000 meters in altitude, eat and drink between frozen hills and the straight parts of the Po Valley.
I usually prefer the mountains. The peace up there is incomparable, but this cold weather certainly doesn’t make the choice any easier, especially considering the descent.
This winter will surely be remembered as a time of heavy snowfall but poor skiing. Every time I look north, towards Monte Grappa, I am fascinated to see it covered in white and the idea of climbing it always crosses my mind.
Today is one of those days, a Saturday morning in February with a clear, cloudless sky. The temperature is so low that there is no humidity in the air and the drops of condensation solidified on the glass of the house shine, reflecting the sun’s rays as I open the window. There it is, the Monte Grappa, irradiated by the morning light, so clear that I can see the summit with its ossuary. Its call is strong and all in all the day seems perfect. I decide to take the gravel bike, fill the frame bag with spare clothes and get ready to leave without too much hesitation. Finally, I’m out and about! As usual, the air is cold but the sun is pleasantly warm: it promises to be an initially hot climb so I open my jacket to avoid excessive sweating. And here I am, after less than 15 minutes, to pass the first of several bends of the Cadorna road, which leads to the top of the Monte Grappa after 25 kilometers.