It all began in March last year when someone suggested we go abroad for a cycling trip. I decided to go because I hadn’t done something like it before and also saw it as a good opportunity to bond with individuals in the group.
Our group consisted of four people (including myself). Abu Thamim, who conquered Stelvio earlier this year, planned and organised everything for this trip. Javed, based in Birmingham brought a wealth of experience and a steely mental resolve. The final addition to the group was Monjur who is more known by his reputation for randomly attempting cycling activities extreme in nature.
It was decided early on that we’ll be heading to the Spanish island of Mallorca as it is a well known and popular destination for road cyclists, amatuer and pros alike.
As I began reading about Mallorca and the popular cycling routes, I realised that most of the routes will involve a significant amount of climbing. The climbs were long in length and the gradients were testing. A lot featured hairpin bends; something that is alien in England (especially in the South!). Not having the opportunity to test myself on similar climbs beforehand made me feel apprehensive. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind; would I be able to make it up Sa Calobra without stopping? Will I be reduced to the walk of shame on Puig Major?