Calobra

An Amateur Rider Tackles Sa Calobra

It is breakfast time on the final day of week of riding on the beautiful Balearic island of Mallorca. Harry, our ‘amateur’ rider has gone from strength to strength throughout the week; having only picked up a bike six weeks before this trip, he is showing incredible progression and resilience. Today though, is Sa Calobra…

The breakfast table is a hushed quiet. The sounds of coffee being sipped and porridge bubbling on the stove are the only noises to punctuate the silence. Sa Calobra seemed unthinkable for Harry at the start of the week; but two nights ago he raised it at the dinner table, and perhaps fuelled by a few Belgian beers, he has committed to riding it on his final day.

Harry is a lawyer from London, a self-confessed newbie, and an “all the gear, zero idea” rider, by his own confession. His development over even just the last week has been impressive to watch, and he has become fully immersed in the cycling culture i.e. drinking coffee and talking about tyre size and gear ratios…

Sa Calobra is a legend of a climb: a 1st category ascent – 9.5 kilometres long, with an average gradient of 7%. The climb’s symbolic 26 hairpin bends, breath-taking views, and spine-tingling descent have captured the hearts of many cyclists; including Tour de France winner Bradley Wiggins. It is a non-stop, all-out effort that lets you completely empty the tank.

Suddenly the breakfast table chatter erupts. Harry claims that he doesn’t have it in him; it isn’t sensible, and “besides, the roads are going to be really busy“. “Nonsense“, we say. “We’re going…

By the time we reach the top of the Coll dels Reis, where you begin the long descent to the Sa Calobra port (the start of the climb), we have already done 40 kilometres. Harry has been complaining of twinges and niggles, but we reassure him that he will forget all about them in the heat of the climb.

After the 9.5 kilometre descent, and a quick espresso at the port, we are ready…

GO! James (Velusso Director) lets go of Harry’s saddle; we’ve given him a true ‘time-trial’ clipped-in standing start. There is a bit of fumbling for the first few meters, then Harry is out of the saddle, and gone round the first of many hairpins…

By the time we catch up with him, 2 kilometres into the climb, he is beginning to sweat and smile. The effort is showing, but it is hard not to enjoy this beautiful climb.

At 5 kilometres in, the view opens out, and you can see back down to the port. It is impressive to see how far you have come; but then you look skywards, and see the 15 plus hairpins that still remain, snaking their way up the hillside.

Harry is breathing deeply, sweat dripping from the rim of his cycling cap. His knuckles are white from gripping the bars, and we tell him to relax, and ride at his own pace “you are only racing yourself“.

At 6.5 kilometres the tides change. Harry has taken on board our advice, and relaxed into the ride: upping his cadence, and taking the racing line around the apexes. Two-thirds of the way, he is looking incredibly strong.

By 8 kilometres, a miracle seems possible: it is a very real possibility that Harry could complete this climb in a sub-hour time. It would be monumental if he did. We pull alongside and let him know; he flashes us a glance, and winks from behind his Oakleys.

The end is in sight. We shout encouragement as we ride a few feet behind. Harry hauls himself from his saddle, and pushes the bike forwards as we pass under the stone archway that marks 1 kilometre to go.

Summit: 58 minutes, 42 seconds. Incredible.

Tears well up as Harry collapses on his handlebars. “I didn’t think I had it in me” he stutters, “thank you so much“. “We knew you did” is our response; “that was an incredible show of going ‘above and beyond“. Time for a celebratory beer!