Whilst out with a broken ankle I decided to take the plunge and upgrade my 2011 Trek Madone 5.2 to an Ultegra 6800 11 speed Di2 setup. Although the bike is 5 years old the frame is still in very good nick and has quite a few more years in it yet. I did consider N+1 obviously, but I like my Trek, it’s light and climbs well.
So I purchased an Ultegra 6800 11-speed Di2 groupset to bring all the components right up to date. The bike was originally fitted with a 10 speed Ultegra groupset. Whilst I was at it I also purchased and fitted a Stages power meter.
This ride is one that can be slotted in before breakfast, on a rest day, as the last ride before the plane home, or even to tag on the end of a longer ride if you feel you’ve not quite done enough. It may be a short ride, just under 25 miles, but it packs a lot in; fantastic scenery, tunnels, hairpins, abundant goats and around 970m of climbing. You can also start and finish it from Cafe 1919 on the harbour front in Port de Pollenca. Always a bonus! Oh, the road surface is nice and smooth all the way, well until that last 200m.
In this first post in a series of my favourite rides in Majorca I’m going to cover the most well known of all the Majorcan climbs; Sa Calobra. I can’t go to Majorca without having to visit Sa Calobra at some point and I usually do it via the following route.
Sa Calobra is 10Km of twists and turns with a fairly constant gradient in between the hairpins. There aren’t that many places on the climb to recover.
So another operation was required fix the Talo-Fibular ligament. Turns out this was damaged as well during the accident and isn’t strong enough to hold the Fibular against the Tibula. This results in movement outwards of the Talus which could lead to problems later on. The Talus had already moved 1mm and apparently this single mm is enough to cause an increase of 40% in pressure on the cartilage between the Talus and the Fibula. To resolve this a couple of temporary screws (Syndosmotic Screw) have been put in to hold the Fibula against the Tibula whilst the ligament heals.
Been toying with this blog for a while but never have the time to sit down and think about it properly. Too busy out riding my bike to sit down and write about it as well.
However it turns out I now have some spare time on my hands. Whilst riding a West Midlands League cyclo-cross race in early January the bike slipped away from me on a slow speed muddy corner. Now either I was late getting my foot out to dab it down and correct the slide I’ll never know, but fall I did and the point I heard the dry snap followed by the wave of intense pain I knew straight away what I’d done. As did the marshals nearby. Forty years of cycling with many falls and this is my first broken bone.