Saturday, May 5, 2012
Ah, the brutality of Hogpen. Seven Miles. Elevation of 3500 feet. About 2000 feet of climbing. A two mile stretch at 14%. And the worst, two several hundred feet descents as you near the top. So just as you think you are there, you drop down only to climb again.
The Tour de Georgia categorized Hogpen as a Cat 1, which is about as hard as they get (Hors Category is the worst).
Only these guys climb it fast:
(picture I took from a TDG race up Hogpen - Lance, Levi, Tommy D., Floyd, Jullich, Millar, et al.)
We climb it painfully slow. The hangover does not help. Every meter of this climb is arduous. You try to spin while in the saddle, and you tire. You stand up to place more power to the pedals, and you tire more. You grind away oblivious to the surroundings. But you do feel the weather. One moment you are on the Cote Rotie side of the mountain, wilting in oppressive heat and direct sun light, then you turn into the shade side with an ice cold wind penetrating your drenched, shear lycra cycling kit.
We climb it because we can, then we pose for glory.
(the guy distending his gut is a Cat 2, multi-time IM Hawaii qualifier that kicked our butts even after taking 4 months off!)
And then we descend like wailing Banshees!
(48.7 MPH! You can easily pop 50 on this one, but a car slowed us)
All in all we ride 4 mountains in 4 hours. Lunch and a quick nap, and we are off to horse farm country for a 2 hour ride through the rolling countryside, to be back in time for the Kentucky Derby and Mint Julips.
Our six hours of riding is rewarded by Kurt’s Mint Julips speciality - he’s been soaking mint leaves in aged Kentucky Bourbon for 72 hours. Perhaps not the best thing to consume straight off the bike. I’m high as a kite within 20 minutes. So who won the race?
Quick cold shower and it’s party time:
Paired with:
Asian dumplings
Green tea and shrimp soup
Wild Duck
Elk loin
Flank stank
Bok Choy
And caramelized apricots with pine nuts and a black cherry flambe topping
Gonon St. Joseph 2009
An OMG wine. Third bottle I’ve popped in a couple months. Needs time but I don’t care. A true wine of place. Minerals, iron, spicey red fruits. Fine grained tannins. (94 pts.)
Bedrock Hudson Vineyard Co-Fermented 2008
Black olives, dark fruits. Spicy but creamy. Viognier? Florals on the nose. Excellent. Ok, back to saying Morgan’s syrahs smoke his Zins. (92 pts.)
Copain Hawks Butte Yorkville Highlands Syrah 2007
I would not have guessed this was a California syrah. Drinks like a Northern Rhone. Even with the ripeness of the 07 vintage, this wine shows remarkable restraint and verve. Tension. Saline. Iodine. Crisp, crunchy red fruits. Grilled meats. One of the better Copain’s I have ever had. Looking forward to seeing this bottling mature (have two left). (93 pts.)
Halcon Alturas Syrah 2009
This is good hooch. I ordered another case. It’s big, in your face, but not in an overtly sweet, alcohol-driven way that has characterized so many Cali syrahs. Chewy, crisp acidity, weighty mouthfeel. Grilled meats, spicy black fruits, rocks. Tannic finish. Needs time but a damn fine way to close a night filled with wild game. A great marriage. [Second glass, this is a tannic beast!] (92 pts.)
And to think we have another day of riding tomorrow . . . .