All good bedtime stories begin with “Once upon a time…”
Well, once upon a time, Alex thought it would be a great idea to ride from Como to Saint-Tropez just to buy a baguette. Like all "brilliant ideas", it stayed in the drawer for quite some time—until one evening, over a drink with his friend Marco, something clicked.
A dangerous thing, really.
Because a few days later they found themselves riding 480 km on gravel bikes fitted with 45 mm tires. Clearly, they must have been absent the day common sense was handed out.
The first five hours were mostly flat: fast, efficient, and honestly… a little boring. Cruising at an average of 30 km/h, they kept pushing south until the hills between Ovada and Savona finally appeared, bringing fresh air to the face and pain to the legs. Luckily, lunch came to the rescue: ravioli al ragù, roast beef with potatoes… and, naturally, beer. Because hydration is important.
Then came the Mediterranean Sea.
An endless cycling path along the coast from Savona to Sanremo, with salty air, golden light, and the kind of scenery that makes you forget your suffering—at least for a while.
Day two: Sanremo to Saint-Tropez. The legs were screaming, cramps started knocking at the door, and neither of them was truly trained for such madness. But cyclists are strange creatures: give them heat, sweat, and a couple of gels, and somehow they keep moving. Seven hours later, they rolled into Saint-Tropez.
Mission accomplished. Baguette secured. (Well… almost.)
Two days. 480 kilometers. Countless memories.
Sometimes all we need is to pick up our bikes, leave the plan behind, and see where the road takes us.
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