I did my longest ride in a long while today – 4.5 hours. It involved me going about 50k down the valley, turning up Oetztal (that’s the Oetz Valley), then riding up a big long climb to Kuehtai, going downhill for a long ways, then 10k back home. That climb has over 4000 feet of vertical to it. Ow.

Elevation is in meters. I would have preferred feet. That would be a third less. Sweet.
The following might sound like whining, but it’s really not, so don’t think that it is.
Anyhow, so this would have been hard enough by itself, except I took the wrong turn to go to said climb. Maybe I was a little over-eager, but I turned off early on a side road that said Kuehtai. I figured that it would be steep little shortcut to the main road…and thus began the pain.

I can’t whine too much looking back at these pictures…
The next 6k AVERAGED 13.3%. I have a 39×27 at this point, and it wasn’t even close to enough. I averaged something like 5 mph for those 6k. True, I wasn’t going all out, but I was going hard enough.

Vee don’t do sveetchbacks in Austria!
The worst part about it? When I got to the top of the 10 kilometer climb (the last 4k were bad, but not THAT bad), there was a descent to the climb proper. I checked into the real climb with about 6k to go, just in time for the steepest part of THAT climb.

Those are some crappy fall colors.
I was falling apart in ways I wasn’t and still am not familiar with. It was bad.

I started in that town way, way down below.
I finally got to the top, and it was an ugly ski town and bitter cold, so I put on my jacket and shivered my way back down. I dropped my water bottle part of the way down…I couldn’t feel my hands anymore…but I was thirsty. It didn’t work so well.

Yahoo.

Check out that Seigler…yeah, it’s hot (I’m referring to that white bike in the pic above).
I stopped at a gas station for some cola gummis at the bottom of the descent. I was incredibly excited about munching on them the rest of the way home, but somehow managed to drop them all over the dirt road I was riding home on just a few moments later…after eating ONE. That really bummed me out. I had been thinking about those gummi’s for many a painful pedal stroke and there they were all covered in dirt.

Oh, but it did hurt a lot.
But then I got to thinkin…I was on a tiny dirt road bike path thing outside of Innsbruck, I had just made it over the most ridiculous climb ever, and Ashley was making something for me for when I got home. My attitude improved substantially after that. Well, I only had about 20 more minutes of riding to go, but still.

They even made me a dirt path to make me feel more at home in Austria.
I don’t think I’ll be checking out that climb again anytime soon though. Well, it’s going to be covered in snow soon, so that works out just perfectly for me. I’m perfectly content riding elsewhere thank you very much.