It’s almost meal time and our glasses are full of chilled white. Post-ride banter is rich as we play back some of the breathtaking descents of the day. We take our seats at the outdoor dining table underneath an ivy-covered pergola. Before us is a delectable salad of red chicory, mange tout, courgette, radish and a perfect sweet spicy apricot.…
300 meters into the ride, there was a hard left onto the trail and less than five meters later I failed to account for the extra weight hanging from my handlebar bags, my front wheel washed out, and I launched an inelegant Superman over the bars and onto my ass. Oh, the humanity! What is the Stagecoach 400? It’s a…