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Note: no internet connection here, so I used as little 3G as possible to send this via my iPhone. I’ll add photos when I find internet — hopefully tomorrow.

Perhaps my circadian rhythm is different from that of many other humans I know, but I am apparently relatively immune to jet lag. Oh sure, I get tired from having a 34 hour day, crossing an ocean (not that this involved any real work on my part other than pushing the button to put my upgraded airline seat into its horizontal nighty-night position), and lugging a huge duffel bag through airports, train stations and cobblestone streets, but I just don’t have trouble getting to sleep at the right time, staying asleep all night, or waking up at an appropriate local time. And today was no different.

I woke up at 8 AM this morning and was at breakfast by 9 AM. When I walked in, I met the first of my trip companions, Dave Nanian from Shirt Pocket Software. Dave and I had been trading tweets for the past few weeks as we prepared for, and shared anxiety about, this trip. I am also a user and fan of Dave’s MacOS backup solution, Super Duper which I think is, well, super duper! We had a nice breakfast and good conversation as we shared our life stories and anxieties about the week of difficult climbs. Dave has traveled with Ciclismo Classico previously and has nice things to say about the organization, the itineraries, and the guides.

While at breakfast, we ran into our two guides, Enrico and Massimo. Both are veterans of guiding trips for Ciclismo, natives of Italy (in case you were wondering where they got those Italian names), and both are experienced cyclists. They have excellent senses of humor, enjoy a good joke, but can also be serious when necessary. Their English is superb too, by the way.

Speaking of breakfast, for those of you who haven’t had the chance to get to Europe yet, a few notes about European breakfasts. Many hotels in Europe include breakfast buffets in the price of lodging or charge just a few extra Euros for the buffet. Don’t expect the typical American fare of scrambled eggs, hot smoked pork products, fried potatoes, etc. Instead, European breakfast buffets consist of hard breads and rolls, a variety of cheeses, fruit, yogurt, croissants, the occasional smoked salmon, and what Americans consider luncheon meats (ham, salami, prosciutto). Water (both with and without gas) is available, along with a variety of juices, but the glasses are usually so tiny that if you want more than a tablespoon-size sip, you’ll need to take several glasses.

And then there’s the coffee.

I am what many would call a coffee achiever (some, especially those with whom I work, might call me a coffee over-achiever). I love coffee. I have three coffee machines at home (a traditional coffee maker, a Keurig capsule-based machine, and a Nespresso espresso/cappuccino maker) and a little Nespresso gizmo just for frothing milk. The coffee in Europe, especially in Italy, is a good enough reason to hop on an Alitalia flight and come here. Well, maybe not Alitalia, but I digress. When you do come here, you’ll find out that people here are passionate about their coffee and that drinking it is an event, a national pastime of sorts. With that in mind, it is always curious to me when the waiters and waitresses at breakfast here always look at me askance when I ask for a second (sometimes a third) espresso at breakfast (as they did this morning).

After breakfast, I packed up and lugged Kitchen Sink 9000 the two blocks or so to the train station to meet the rest of my tour companions and our guides. Upon seeing Kitchen Sink 9000, the guides decided we were going to need a large shuttle bus. No, not really. Actually, someone else on the trip has a Kitchen Sink 9000 just like mine, except he hasn’t utilized its full capabilities as I clearly have.

We packed all of the luggage into Ciclismo’s van, while the participants got onto a mini bus for the hour or so drive to our first official hotel in Glorenza. During the drive we had a chance to introduce ourselves to each other, chat, and lie about our capabilities on a bike. Everyone is friendly and eager to get along, but we all think everyone else is a sand bagger. They’d be wrong in my case.

The participants in our trip are from the U.S., Canada and Venezuela (and yes, those were the Venezuelans I spotted at dinner last night). The North Americans are from British Columbia, California, Massachusetts, Colorado, Illinois, Texas, Florida and, of course, Utah. Including Enrico and Massimo, there are 19 of us traveling throughout Tyrol. The Floridians (5) and the Venezuelans (3) are pals, so while we are all friendly and talkative with each other, we seem to gravitate into two subsets (the Floridians/Venezuelans, and the rest of us).

Interesting side note: The two gentlemen from Houston have houses in Park City, where they like to ski, mountain bike and road bike. We’ve compared notes on home locations, bike routes, favorite ski runs, restaurants, etc.

Glorenza, the site of our first night’s hotel is a beautiful example of a walled medieval village, with intact 20-foot high walls with rounded turrets, wooden bridges, and a church dating to the 1400s with charming bells that chime every 15 minutes. We arrived at our hotel, checked-in, then dressed for cycling and met for lunch. Lunch consisted of a mixed green salad (with beets — good for athletic performance!) and Italian cold cuts, cheeses and breads. Lunch also included Proseco. Bienvenue a Italia!

Afterward, those who brought bikes (3) unpacked and built them, while the rest of us were fitted onto the Bianchi bikes that Ciclismo has in their rental fleet. Each is an aluminum frame with Campagnolo 10-speed in the rear and a triple up front. While everyone was getting ready, I installed my Cycleops wheels, Garmin 500 computer, speed/cadence sensor, and the handlebar mount for my GoPro Hero HD. Once the bikes were built, we went for a 17 km shakedown cruise that included a stop at a local bike shop for those who may have forgotten items, or whose luggage was lost by the airlines. Some of the group opted for an additional 5-7 km climb up the lower slopes of the Stelvio Pass. I passed (ha) figuring I am about to get plenty of climbing, thank you very much.

Dinner this evening was a 4-course affair (including wine, we are in Italy after all) back at the hotel and included a briefing by Enrico on the proper way to descend steep, technical mountain passes like Stelvio. Tomorrow’s descent will be long (about 25 km) and includes many switchbacks, so despite the obvious cycling experience of everyone in the room, the room was quiet during the briefing.

Think good thoughts and wish me luck on the Stelvio tomorrow. I expect to be the last one to the top, hopefully without making everyone else wait too long! In the meantime, Buon quattro di luglio di Italia!

In case you don’t know by now, I travel for work. A lot. Last year, for example, I logged more than 100,000 miles on Delta Airlines and am on pace to do it again this year. As a result I a) have lots of time and experience in every mode of travel used in the western world, and b) have lots of miles accumulated for family vacations, college orientation trips (although I’m glad I’ve completed half of the two I’ll need to experience in my life), and possible cycling vacations. So when Andrew from Ciclismo Classico told me that all I needed to do was get myself to the starting point of one of their tours, I figured it would be una pace di torta.

My day began this morning at 6:00 AM Mountain Daylight Time with my alarm going off and my dogs hungry for breakfast. I tried to ignore both, but each can be quite persistent in its own way. I snoozed the dogs and provided two healthy bowls of kibble to the clock (or at least that’s how it seemed in my sleep-deprived stupor) before tramping off to the trusty Keurig for a cup of my new favorite, Island Coconut.

Standard operating procedure for me on a travel day is to grab my iPhone and check my FlightTrack app to ensure that my outbound flight is on time. This morning, it was delayed 45 minutes. That gave me extra time to go over what I’d packed to ensure that I’d brought everything I might need — not necessary really, as I brought my famous Kitchen Sink 9000 rolling duffel bag and stuffed it to the gills with all manner of lycra, chamois cream, saddle sore medication, and at least one of everything from the Hammer Nutrition catalog. I’ve also got a messenger bag with (I am not making this up) two iPhones, an iPad, a MacBook Pro, a GoPro video camera, a Flip MinoHD video camera, and a Canon compact digital camera. And of course I have shoes, pedals, saddle, helmet and wheels (shipped separately, of course. I am no overhead bin hog thank you very much). Uh, I brought some clothes too. Cycling clothes, casual clothes, going out to dinner clothes, sleepy time clothes . . . you get the picture. Boy Scout? Yep!

Once the Sherpas loaded up the yaks, we headed down the canyon from Park City to Salt Lake City International Airport where Mrs. FredCast and I did our usual goodbye ritual (which usually elicits all manner of disgusted sounds from our kids, but it was before Noon on a weekend so they were still sound asleep) and I then headed inside for check-in. Although I’m traveling on a free ticket purchased with miles, I mercifully still get the benefit of checking in at the Medallion, er Sky Priority, counter and using the special Sky Priority security lane to fly (sorry) through TSA and head to the gate. Delta also allows Medallions to request domestic upgrades on tickets purchased with miles and my upgrade for the SLC-JFK leg came through last week.

Once airborne, the flight to JFK was uneventful, and my experience at JFK was as per usual — it remains my least favorite domestic airport. Sorry, New Yorkers.

I boarded my JFK-Milan flight on time and was initially upset when the boarding pass scanner at the gate beeped, seemingly indicating that Delta’s computers wanted a fifth check of my passport.

Imagine my surprise, however, when a Red Coat walked up, thanked me for my loyalty to Delta, and handed me an upgrade. Wait. I thought you couldn’t get an upgrade on an international mileage-purchased ticket (said the angelic voice in my head)? Shut up and say thank you to the nice lady (said the devilish voice in my head)! I followed the advice of the devilish voice.

Needless to say, my flight to Milan was very comfortable, with plentiful and tasty food, free-flowing champagne and wine, and a lay-flat seat that has now ruined me forever when it comes to sleeping on planes.

We arrived in Milan at a little after 8:00 AM, and by 9:00 AM I was on the Malpensa Shuttle bus headed for Milano Centrale train station. Unfortunately, I neglected to make my train travel reservations prior to leave the States so although I arrived at the station before 10:00 AM, the first available train to Bolzano wasn’t until 12:05 PM. This gave me a chance to have my first espresso of the trip, along with a bottled water and a croissant.

The train from Milan to Verona was good, except for the Chinese tourists who insisted upon blocking the exits with their huge suitcases. Several Italian passengers got quite upset. After much yelling, arm flailing, and the intervention of a train conductor, the tourists moved their bags and serenity returned to the carriage.

Ninety minutes later we arrived in Verona where I was momentarily unable to figure out why there was no train to Bolzano listed on the departures board. The nice lady in the Info booth explained that I had just missed the train to Modena (it left two minutes before our conversation), but that if I waited until 3:09, I could take the ‘regular’ train to Bolzano. I soon learned that regular means local, as the usual ninety minute train ride to Bolzano took in excess of 120 minutes, stopping in every hamlet (pun intended, for the benefit of the thespians and Shakespeare scholars in my household) in Northern Italy.

At long last we reached Bolzano.

Apparently the Sherpas are on strike here today because I had to lug the Kitchen Sink 9000 off the train myself and wheel it the two blocks or so to my hotel, the Stadt Hotel Citta, which is the same hotel we’ll stay at on Wednesday night during our tour. The hotel is located right on the main square in Bolzano, a beautiful spot that overlooks the town’s main church and is framed by some of the nearby mountains.

For the final hour or so of trip from Verona to Bolzano, the train moved through valleys flanked by some of the tallest, steepest mountains I have ever seen. They are at once stunningly beautiful and intimidating. My legs hurt just looking at them, and even now I get a twinge of pain in my hamstrings just thinking about them. I don’t recall this level of fear and trepidation when I went to the French Alps.

I walked around town a bit this evening and found that this region is mired in a bit of schizophrenia. Placed as it is in Italy, squeezed between Austria and Switzerland, it seems that the region is a bit undecided about its identity. Signs and menus are in both Italian and German, the official desserts here include both gelato and strüdel, and the architecture is decidedly GermaniRomanSwiss.

I had a wonderful Italian meal at the hotel’s streetside cafe, including prosciutto, risotto, and a fine after-dinner espresso. Since the tour doesn’t officially begin until our meeting back at the Bolzano train station in the morning, I gave every tourist I saw the once-over (Are they wearing a LiveStrong bracelet? Do they have an athletic build? Check for muscular, sinewy legs and/or arms. Etc.) trying to determine which of them will be on the tour with me and whether they are in better shape than I am. I am fairly certain I picked out the guys from Florida and Caracas (who look fitter than I), but wasn’t able to make an ID on the others. I’ll meet them soon enough.

Tomorrow’s plans are to meet at Noon, take a shuttle bus to our first official hotel in Glorenza, build and/or fit bikes, then go for a quick 10 mile shakedown cruise in preparation for The King (the Stelvio Pass) on Tuesday. For now (34 hours after feeding the clock and snoozing the dogs), I think I’ll finally get some rest. Meanwhile, I hope the Sherpas end their strike soon. I’m gonna need them to pull me up those climbs later this week.

Several years ago I was approached by Andrew Conway, US Managing Director of Ciclismo Classico, asking if I would be interested in taking one of his company’s cycling tours. At the time, I was planning a tour to the French Alps with another company and therefore had to put him off.

If you’ve listened to The FredCast for any length of time you know that this first trip to ride the famous climbs of the Tour de France was a dream come true for me. On the very first episode of The FredCast, I told my listeners that I would never ride L’Alpe d’Huez, and yet there I was on August 30, 2008, climbing the famed switchbacks on my faithful Colnago. And Alpe du Huez was just the icing on the cake, as we had already climbed the Col de la Madeleine, Col du Telegraphe, The Galibier and more! Most of the climbs we tackled that week were Hors Categorie climbs, complete with road graffiti, expansive vistas, punishing grades, and the wind whispering the names of famed cyclists who had suffered or succeeded on these very same roads. Did I say the trip was a dream come true?

The next time Andrew approached me, I had just taken on a new sponsor for the show with whom I had planned another tour to the French Alps, a tour which was to include famed American cyclist Tyler Hamilton (yes, that Tyler Hamilton). Once again, I had to put him off. Perhaps it was the economy, perhaps it was (at the time) the suspicions, innuendo, and suspensions surrounding Tyler, but that trip never garnered enough reservations to actually get off the ground.

Patient, optimistic and persistent, Andrew approached me again in the summer of 2010. I happened to be passing through Logan International Airport on my way to a Labor Day weekend Maine vacation with my daughter, so Andrew and I met in a pub in Boston’s South Station, had a couple of beers, and enjoyed a good meal. But what I will remember most about that evening was Andrew and his passion for Ciclismo Classico.

If you hang around bike industry people long enough, you’re bound to hear an old saw or two about the inability for anyone to make real money in the industry. Some say to make a million dollars, you need to start with two million. Others simply say that you can’t make money in the bike business. But any who have actually worked full time in the industry will tell you that having an occupation in an industry that is also your avocation (and passion), is more rewarding than so-called ‘real work.’ Andrew seems to me to be one of those people.

Now I don’t know whether those old sayings about bicycle industry jobs extend to bicycle travel companies, but it doesn’t matter. Andrew clearly loves what he does, believes in the company for which he works, and has a passion for bicycles, travel, business, and Ciclismo Classico. He’s the kind of person who not only helps ensure that his guests have the trips, née adventures, of their dreams, but he also lives the life, taking his own family on tours by bicycle right here in the United States.

During that dinner in Southie, Andrew talked at length and with great enthusiasm about Ciclismo’s dedication to providing high quality tours around the world, with an emphasis on journeys through Italy. He explained their process of creating trips, selecting guides (all of whom are local to the areas through which they guide their guests), choosing hotels, creating routes, and managing all of the details of the several dozen trips Ciclismo Classico runs each year. I was captivated by his descriptions, although my interest had already been piqued by the descriptions of Ciclismo’s tours by my good friend Carlton Reid.

At the conclusion of our meal, Andrew I agreed that his company would advertise on thefredcast.com, that I would join a Ciclismo Classico tour in 2011, and that I would report, honestly and openly (i.e. the good, the bad, and the ugly) on my experiences to FredCast listeners. I cautioned that I could I would not sugar coat my reports, and he was just fine with that.

As we went our separate ways that evening, Andrew handed me a Ciclismo Classico catalog and told me to choose a tour I’d be interested in taking. He encouraged me to consider one of the less strenuous Italian tours because, he said, this would provide a nice contrast to the difficult Alpes tour I had taken a few years previously. In retrospect, and considering the amount of time I’ve been able to devote to training this year, that is advice I should have taken. The tour I actually chose was one described as ‘Famous Alpine Passes and The Maratona dles Dolomites.’

The Maratona dles Dolomomites (literally, The Marathon of The Dolomites) is perhaps the world’s most famous (and most difficult) Grand Fondo event, a 130 km slog through the spectacular Dolomites surrounding Corvara, Italy, with over 14,000 feet of vertical gain — in one day. Coach Richard Wharton recently described The Maratona to me, as another of those cycling ‘bucket list’ items that ranks up there along with climbing Alpe du Huez, completing your first century/double century/race, and watching the Tour de France in person. And that’s why I chose it.

And if The Maratona sounds challenging (and it is), our participation in the event occurs on the final day of our 7 day tour through The Dolomites. The days leading up to the main event will take us through spectacular scenery with, as Ciclismo says, a ‘daily backdrop of soaring spires, waterfalls, and cool forests’ to ‘ride some of the world’s most spectacular mountains.’ Want an example? Day 2 of our tour takes us up the famed Stelvio Pass, the site of famed battles in the Giro d’Italia including Fausto Coppi’s 1953 victory. The summit of the Stelvio is at more than 2,700m, with an average gradient of 7.5% and a max of 13%.  My legs and lungs hurt already.

All of that brings me to today. The proof of Andrew’s persistence lies in the fact that I am writing this in a caffé bar at the Milano Centrale train station as I await my 12:05 Eurocity departure to Bolzano-Bozen, connecting through Verona (my daughters wanted me to get off and take a Shakespearean site tour). Once in Bolzano, I will stay overnight and then meet the rest of the tour group at the train station at Noon tomorrow for a bus ride to our first hotel in Glorenza and a 10 mile warm-up ride. For authenticity of experience, I have chosen to use one of Ciclismo’s loaner Bianchi bicycles, but I have brought along my own helmet, pedals, shoes, saddle and a set of alloy PowerTap wheels graciously loaned to me by the kind folks at Saris.

I am looking forward to the tour, albeit with some trepidation about my fitness (or lack thereof), but optimistic about my abilities, the ability of Ciclismo’s guides, and the Italian caffé, gelato and strudel (The Dolomites are close the Swiss and Austrian borders) to get me through the suffering that I am bound to experience on Stelvio, Pinei, Sella, and Giau.

I’ll try to report each day in the blog, but you can also expect photos, videos and at least one audio wrap-up at the end of the trip. Meanwhile, enjoy the 2011 Tour de France, the Fourth of July holiday (if you’re in the US), and get out on your bike to enjoy the good weather, good roads, and good camaraderie that summer brings to all cyclists.

Ciao!