‘Fancy a crack at Sa Calobra tomorrow?’ asks Coach. Otti and I eagerly accept the challenge. I was slightly unnerved by other very strong ‘normal’ cyclists in the group turning down the offer.
The three of us set out the next morning, unsupported by any ‘norms’, to attempt one of the hardest if not the hardest climb on the island of Majorca. Sa Calobra is a small fishing village at the bottom of a deep gorge and once you get down there the only way out is up a steep, unrelenting 10km road, which has 26 hairpin turns and climbs 682meters at an average 7.1% gradient.
Coach checks we still want to do this...’hell yeah!’
I’ve been told the next climb up the Coll dels Reis is a tough one but I honestly cannot remember it, I had the big climb of the day on my mind...
Near the top there’s a carpark and a little building. I thought I’d made it and put in an extra effort, then rounded the corner and saw more road! I lost it and luckily there was nobody there to witness the torrent of abuse directed at the stretch of tarmac in front of me. Halfway up the last stretch I saw Coach come round the corner to see how I was doing. He had a smile on his face and I think he was saying something encouraging but I couldn’t really tell at the time. Round the last corner and there was Otts sat on the floor, with a big Quince grin on her face; we’d done it!
Me and Otts were buzzing with our achievement. I was completely exhausted and knew rolling back down to the hotel in Puerto Pollensa would be tough but with the support I had from Coach and Otts it wasn’t a problem. I can’t thank them enough for their support and encouragement on what was my toughest day on a bike so far. If it wasn’t for our donors none of us would have been climbing mountains that day. I can’t wait to give it another go, improve my time and maybe remember to look at the stunning view next time!