Bike lanes aren’t the best solution. The only thing they really seem to do is train auto-drivers to drive closer to cyclists than sometimes they should.
For my non-cycling friends, it often is a non-understood sport. The actual thought process behind “Why do we ride?” is a foreign concept. As such, it is seen as a crazy activity. In particular, climbing up hills or mountains–such a hard effort!–is the craziest of them all.
Part of northern Italy is hemmed in by the Dolomite Mountains, a portion of the Alps near the Austria-Italy border. Over the course of time, there arose needs for people to move back and forth in the area. In the early 1800s, the Austrian empire needed a way over these mountains, and so the Stelvio Pass was created.
In 1953, the organizers of the Giro d’Italiabike race (Italy’s Tour de France equivalent) had the bright idea of racing over the Stelvio. The Champion of Champions, Fausto Coppi, won the stage over the Stelvio and the whole Giro that year.
The images from the Stelvio may help convey the allure of riding and the attraction of riding in the mountains. Or, they may just help reinforce the notion of craziness. :)
You can just make out the roadway switching back and forth as it climbs up the Stelvio.
The switchbacks of the Stelvio are one of its defining features.
Too expensive (and too far away) to do all three stages, I just did the stage 2 criterium in downtown Murrieta.
Fast race, hard, and I rolled across the line in the pack. Very hard at first and I was just hanging on. For some reason, our group was slamming on their brakes going into the corners and sprinting out of them. Six corners per lap and it takes it out of a person.
Eventually, we settled down and smoothed out a little bit. But by then, I was pretty spent and had nothing left for the finish.