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Reading the synopsis of the Centopassi, it appeared there would be two offerings by Dream Engine and Ducati—a Competition Class and an Iron Biker entry. The Competition Class would allow entrants to test themselves against the clock, not as a pure speed event ho ho but more along the lines of a tightly timed ride splashed with a batch of skill tests, also run against the clock. The winner would take home a new Multistrada.

An Iron Biker entrant rode exactly the same routes, but without any clock or skill-test considerations and no shot at winning a new Ducati. Iron Bikers could choose to take more time to suck up the grandeur of the French and Italian Alps and savor the flavors of inviting small villages and the overwhelming air of history ripe throughout that chunk of the planet. My first task was to choose which game to play.

Good choices, both. My decision was made for me when I stepped off the plane and into the French Riviera swankness of Nice. I was told that journalists could not enter the competition, and a separate group consisting of 16 writers would be led on the Centopassi route by a handful of supremely competent Italian riders, many employed by Ducati. Just another beautiful Italian Alps road, this one on the road to Cueno. Sections of road like this represent the most casual riding, as most are far more technical.

The Centopassi is a rolling revival, of sorts, and after starting in Nice, entrants wound their way through the French Maritime Alps, ending the first day in the Italian ski village of Limone Piemonte, about miles and a few thousand turns to the east. Competition Class entrants were sent out at precisely timed intervals and the Iron Bikers were turned loose after the last competitor cleared the timing gate.

Along the route, Competition riders would need to get time-stamped at a few declared checkpoints and an occasional surprise stop. It was imperative that each competitor average exactly 40 kph at each stop along the way. Anything more or less would result in time penalties levied against the rider. Most competitors simply wailed through the mountains and valleys, stopping shy of the checkpoints to sip an espresso or two.

And once inside of roughly feet from the line, one could not touch toes to ground without penalties. At the skill tests, winding paths outlined by road cones demanded the rider navigate the courses without touching a cone or foot to ground, with penalties assessed for either infraction. The starting gate for the Centopassi in Sestriere.

Organizers had carefully selected the hotels at each nightly destination, and most were four- or five-star concerns. We were informed the hotel in Limone was of lesser quality and a bit cramped. My room had a bathroom so small that when I stepped from the elevated shower my left foot ended up in the bidet.

While the Competition and Iron Bike riders were winding their way through the course, we journalists were being shown firsthand how Italians approach mountain motorcycling and traffic management. As an understatement, these guys are quick, competent and impatient.

The riding style, shared by seemingly all Italians and most other Europeans, is much more aggressive than that in the USA. One of many small towns in France along the Centopassi route. After Limone, all entrants spent the next three nights in Sestriere, Italy, a ski resort that will host most of the Winter Olympic alpine events.

From this exquisite location, where the accommodations were opulent compared to those in Limone, the organizers sent riders out on a different course each day over and through some of the most exquisite mountain scenery on this or any other planet. This extraordinary hill is a degree, non-stop, kilometer road that is painted with names, slogans and artwork from top to bottom. Lance Armstrong, two days before we rode Huez, had sewn up his sixth consecutive victory on this pass, riding it in well under an hour.

An estimated million spectators lined the sides of the Huez, and two days later the sacks of garbage were piled up to 10 feet high in places. Possibly the most difficult decision to be made for any Centopassi entrant was whether to ride the incredibly twisty alpine roads with gusto or take a more laid-back ride and yank the camera out of the tankbag every 20 or 30 kliks.

A competitor waits for the timing clock to count down to set his precise starting time at the start of the leg in Limone, Italy. The entire town would show up to watch the skill tests, inspect the motorcycles, gaze at the goofily garbed riders and belly up to tables laden with local wines, cheeses, salamis and abundant other delights.

Has two Grand Tour stage wins on his resume from the Vuelta a Espana. On the ascent at age Key stat: Frenchmen occupy four spots in the top 15 of the GC, and five came in the top 14 on Stage Barguil has the better resume, but his taxing solo attack on Wednesday has us backing Latour, who has similar results to Barguil at this Tour and should have more gas in the tank.

On Stage 11, his team sent Kuss back to help the Slovenian to the finish. Now that Roglic has lost so much time, we expect Jumbo-Visma to let the American climbing specialist ride for himself. Odds as of p.

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