It looked a little like rain this morning so instead of heading for parts unknown I figured to ride on roads I knew, so I headed for Conco, which I had climbed with the 10 guys from Cittadella on Sunday.
I found the correct right turn off the main road to Marostica, and saw a sign for the human chess board match in September; I passed familiar stores and was on the lookout for a tricky turn we made on Sunday.
I must have missed it because I soon found myself on about the steepest hill here I haver climbed. I was huffing and puffing, which I almost never do. On Sunday I had talked the whole way up with the group. Clearly this was the wrong road. I figured it must flatten out at some point, from impossibly steep to merely steep, which I can climb with just some effort.
I figured wrong!I seriously thought of turning back but had too much time invested in the climb to turn back, but I seriously thought aboutit!
After 30 to 40 minutes of this I finally reached a town, and bought a few bananas, and started again up the mountain.
Finally I passed by a welcome sight, an Alfa Romeo 164 -- that I had seen the other day, so I knew that I was now on the same road that I had been on before.
Another 45 minutes of climbing and I found myself in Conco, finalmente!
A welcome cappucino and a normal decent found me back at Bassano, with one more surprise, to be posted later.
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