This is my belated Mont Ventoux Blog  12-14 Sept 2017

You can probably trace my adventure to Ventoux back to that fateful day on July 13 1967 when my Hero Tommy Simpson died during the Tour De France.   At the time I had no idea whereabouts in France this mountain was, but as young, ambitious, but not very good schoolboy racing cyclists, my younger brother and I were distraught.  I remember my father buying and writing a card to Helen Simpson.
Years and years past.   My father, who had been active in days of the British League of Racing Cyclists (BLRC) and as a former president of the British Cycling Federation often went in some form of official capacity to the Tour De France, died.  We found a large framed Black and White photo of Simpson  in his Peugeot rainbow jersey after he won the World Championships.  
I have no idea what happened to that photo, but I have seen many similar in print over the years.
By the time of my father’s death I was well into my Army career and had not cycled for a while.  It was not until 1990 that I purchased a bike to ride to work from my married quarter in Colerne to my office in Corsham. Between then and now my interest in cycling has grown and grown to the stage where my wife, Betsy, would say I am fanatical.
Between 2003 and 2009 I completed four multiday bike rides in Sinai, China, Peru and Nepal, as well as a couple of London to Brighton’s.  If there was a bug, I had it!
Two or three years ago whilst visiting friends in France to watch a stage of TdF, the […]