Evening to evening: 600 km in 23 hours and 20 minutes last weekend.

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Evening to evening: 600 km in 23 hours and 20 minutes last weekend.
Perfect half-day off in mid October
A reminder of the last days of warmer days in autumn.
We celebrated the suffering and pleasures of going up at Rapha 12 Hills in Jönköping last weekend.
Stockholms Explorer Klubben welcoming spring a few weeks back
Credit card touring with the Touring Time Trial Team #tttt
Basemile Snowdown, a voyage through the wintry tints of white in mid Sweden.
Basemile Snowdown
A voyage through the wintry tints of white in mid Sweden
The dark half of the year is anything but encouraging for getting outside to ride. Dressing up takes ages, a bike wash is mandatory after almost every ride and conditions are mostly unpleasant if not worse.
But let’s not dwell on negativity–winter has it’s good side too! The side that sprinkles everything in white and suddenly transforms the dull grey days into something admirable. The side that is so seldom and short-lived that it actually becomes one of the nicest seasons. This is the winter that makes it so easy to overcome all of the above obstacles. In celebration of this special time of the year, a small group of dedicated riders gathered to face the elements over the course of a whole weekend.
We set out on a Friday in extreme -11°C conditions, almost desperate to get moving and start the inner furnace. It did not take long until the bitter cold had pierced through our layers of clothes, so after just 33 km of cycling the first fika (the traditional Swedish coffee break) was eagerly awaited by the shivering riders. Masses of whipped cream and marzipan, filling the seasonal sweet buns called semlor, charged our empty batteries. Dusk had already set in by the time we got back on the snow-covered roads and continued our journey through the crisp winter night.
Accommodated in the annex of an old castle, the group got to know each other as we made dinner together and then went to bed early with high expectations for the next day. With only -5°C predicted for the next morning, I overheard that Saturday’s ride “was going to be warm”–needless to say this was a Swede’s comment.
Just as the perception of warmth varies from person to person, so did the level of strength within our group. While some were pushing harder, others had difficulties getting warm enough. Splitting up into small squads let everyone stay within their comfort zones. A real group spirit was created in the evenings when we shared our impressions from the ride, drinks, a sauna and food, which all adds up to the mutual memories of the weekend.
Basemile Snowdown, a voyage through the wintry tints of white in mid Sweden.
A day on the beach for starting off the Festive 500
Going distance with the Stockholm randonneurs. 350km around lake Mälaren, east of Stockholm.
The epic mudfest that made my brakes fail
CK Barriär showdown at Sjöängscrossen last weekend in Ekjsö
Sun not mud at the Swedish cyclocross championships
Rapha 12 Hills in Jönköping
A rare two-week streak of blue skies and warmth peaked on last Saturday, perfectly in time for the grand get-together of the Swedish road and sportgrus lovers. Jönköping based cycling club La Lepre Stanca invited to scavenger-hunt for twelve locally and nationally famous climbs: the Rapha 12 Hills ride.
A mass start blended the 42 teams of two, which were supposed to collect a dozen stamps - one on each of the major hillcrests. The happy cyclist mingling was over as soon as the group reached the first ascent and a handful of twosomes forged a breakaway. Fuelled by adrenaline we almost forgot to get out the brevet cards to mark our accomplishment at Col Sandseryd. Luckily someone yelled "Checkpoint!" and we got the start right. It soon got pretty crowded around this first stamp site and so a small group went on to chase the fastest time to finish. Riding at its best is what followed for the next few hours, full of good team efforts, freaking steep ramps and fast descents. And some wrong turns for us non-locals of course...
After the highly appreciated fika break our group somehow separated and so David and I found ourselves facing the wind alone with some 70km and three hills left on the agenda. We conquered the last stamps and set sails for a tail wind finish, wondering if we could still catch up with those guys who left road-tire trails on the gravel climbs. Very soon though the only thing we wondered about was whether we were super hungry or simply wanted to throw up. The classic cyclist dilemma!
Another half hour later we already rolled on the courtyard of Cykelköket just to immediately erase the sensations of pain and replace it with the memory of a good day spent in the saddle at the kust på azur, the Swedish Riviera.
Rapha 12 Hills pt. 1
Rapha 12 Hills pt. 2
CKB Bunny Hoppers solo finish