Back on wide-open Via Pedemontane things were even worse, with wind blasts almost knocking me off the bike several times. I rode clinching the hoods and bent with my shoulder turned toward ithe blasts. That seemed to help and I only veered off into the verge once. After Piancavallo turnoff it got less windy, though still drizzling. A parade of beautiful red Ferrari with tops down came by, headed toward Piancavallo. That was a pleasant surprise. On the final climb past Hotel Royal the bike powered up as if it had a hidden electric motor. Great climber.
|Val Grande above end of pavement|
|When an artisan signs his work it means he's proud;|
I could sense that when speaking with Marco Bertoletti
|Beautiful forcellina: this one customized for QR|