In the weeks and months
after returning home from my Breakaway travels I exuded an air of
ascender's arrogance. In a couple of weeks I’d climbed almost three
times the height of Everest. I’d taken on and (just about) survived
many of cycling’s biggest names: Ventoux, Galibier, Izoard,
Stelvio ... .
None of the climbs that
Scotland had to offer could perturb me. “Think this is bad?” I’d
shout at my legs, “this is nothing compared to the [insert
famous-name climb] and you survived that!”
I’d been there, done
that — or so I thought.
With every grand tour
comes a clutch of climbs, some big names, some I’d never heard of,
whose tarmac my tyres have yet to touch. The routes of 2014’s big
three prove no exception.