Cycling Norway - Day 2
We left our hotel in the vans, as we had to take another tunnel to get safely off our island. The tunnel went down, down, down at 10% below the sea, then up, up, up. Amazing. And apparently an incredibly expensive toll.
Right after the tunnel, we boarded the bikes and started riding on the highway that would become the (famed?) Atlantic Ocean Road, a stunning feat of engineering linking little bits of land along the Norway coast.
Today’s landscape was distinctly rockier and more coastal than day one… it could almost have been in Cape Cod or some of the Californian coast (except for the highway itself, which felt distantly different).
It was an easy ride.. almost a recovery ride, mostly thanks to Dan and Mark who continued to pull the double paceline along the highway, making it appear effortless.
It’s worth remarking on this double paceline thing, which was common throughout the entire week. In the States, we rarely ride in a double-wide line, and usually only when we know there’s no traffic. Here, the default was to ride two-wide. Everyone seemed very comfortable with it, making me wonder if this is a Euro or British standard thing. It feels much more aggressive on the road, as it forces cars to go around… but that said, the line is much shorter and easier to pass.
Toward the end of the day, we arrived at a good climb. Mark and Dan left me in the dust, as I wanted to save all my climbing energy for day three. And, also, because they would have anyway. We all regrouped at the top of the climb, then then the three of us flew downhill, through pretty tough crosswinds, rotating 10-second pulls to maximize speed, all the way into our destination town, Molde. That downhill was tough work.
Molde was bigger than I expected. It’s clearly a cruise ship destination port, complete with a seemingly unused conference room and an overly-modernesque-looking hotel.
After cleaning up, I met Dan and Mark to wander the town. We found a place that served lattes. Yes!