Passi di Mortirolo e Gavia
For a good time, turn left.
For a really good time, turn right.
The Mortirolo is steep.
Mike and Fred on the Mortirolo, with Edwin hiding on the lower
Sterl having a good time. Those aren't armwarmers under
his jersey, he just likes having his picture taken.
Fred yarding on his Taiwanese bike.
This must be the top.
Or maybe this is the top.
Fred next to the oblisk the La Gazette dello Sportivo -
sponsored Gran Fondo used to signify the top. During the Fondo,
these oblisks detect transmitters on each bike at the top and bottom
of each climb.
If the Mortirolo didn't satisfy your needs, turn right here.
At the foot of the Gavia a collection of signs indicates what a
beautiful road lies ahead. The signs, from left to right and top
to bottoms, say something like, 30 kph maximum speed; 16% grade; single lane;
narrow road / dangerous curves / falling rocks.
Edwin and Mike on the Gavia. Those ears may be wider than
Leave your Chevy Suburban at home. The road is not only
steep, it is also narrow. That's Sterling with Fred down the road
The road is a thing of beauty.
The road gains elevation up the side of a valley, then breaks
out of the trees to provide nice views.
The road snakes along the steep hillside and makes switchbacks
to gain more elevation up the valley side.
Higher up, the hillside cliffs out. This is the old road,
literally cut into the cliff of schist. The new road cuts through
the cliff in a tunnel.
Sterling climbs the gravel. He cleaned the entire old road section
on his 32x26, although Jobst said it couldn't be done.
Sterling took this photo of me re-enacting the famous Jobst shot
that appears on an old Palo Alto Bicycles poster. The drop to the
rider's left is precipitous.
This is the Passo di Gavia. By the time we reached it the
clouds were moving in and it was drizzling and chilly. We took
shelter in the Refugio di Bonnetta, on the left.
The last meters of the Gavia; I looped back down so Sterling could snap
this photo. Note the 26 km marker over my shoulder.
The refuge was a veritable shrine to cycling and nordic skiing.
The poster of Jobst was on an adjoining wall and Sterling left
him a postcard on it.
Beautiful glacial landscapes surround the pass.
Moe, Larry and Curly; nah, I didn't say that!
What a day, what a trip.
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