LEQP Camp 2024

MAMILIA MAJORCUS

Words by Mark Hagan / Images by Jeroen Speelmans, Matt Payne, Bryan Tsui, Alex Herceg and Mark Hagan

Telling you how I, or we, felt about this adventure, would imply an assumption of a main character of sorts. This will be a utilitarian telling of our discovery, and appreciation, to a shimmering island in the Mediterranean. Mallorca, a well traversed cycling destination and the hero of our little story.

Sweeping agrarian roads through undulating orchards and vineyards are broken up by the occasional hilltop monastery at the sacred heart of our island. Protected by soaring cliffside roads erupting from the depths of a celestial sea.

I’m exhausted already, OK, let’s just get on to telling you about our vacation… I mean “camp”, or whatever a bunch of middle aged guys want to tell themselves about going on a cycling holiday. Five days of riding were planned for a late April get together with 6 mates.. Well 5, since one of us decided to break their pelvis. Not going to name names. Heal up fast, James.

Bags and bikes packed, we rendezvous in Sineu. A strategically located town in the middle of the island which gives us access to the majority of route combos for the next week. Followed by an evening of bike building and fueling, we tuck in for the night excited for the first day on the road.

Day 1 /

Bryan sees me fiddling with my computer. “What are you thinking?”, he asks. “Well, I think we should turn back”, I responded. Why? Pea sized hail followed by sheets of a horizontal deluge might have done it. Today was supposed to be a warmup, instead we are soaked through and shivering. 

Turning back was kind of pointless. We all silently agreed, or maybe I just did, to press on. The only climb of the day, Puig de Santa Magdalena, was our chance to… just get warm. Matt and I raced each other up. Burning all of my matches, wallet, and entire house down for the next 9 minutes only to have Matt ruthlessly come around in the final 200 meters, breathing out of his nose. 

The effort marked le grand depart and set the tone. We committed to pushing each other, and more importantly, just playing on our bikes. Coasting back home, the sun made its first appearance as we neared the house. Despite the grimy conditions, things were looking up, and the forecast should get better from here on out.

Day 2 /

It’s one of those roads you have to do, Sa Calobra. At 10km long with an average of 6 percent, it’s not the hardest of climbs, but it is visually stunning. Unfortunately, we decided to ride it 3 days before the largest cycling event of the year , the Mallorca 312. A logistical error, as we crept down the descent behind a cavalcade of buses, motorcycles, cars and nervous cyclists making their way down the serpentine road to the coast. The joyous screech of disc brakes and sweet aroma of burning clutches quickly ruined the picturesque vista. The climb out of the maw of tourists was much nicer though, as it seems most people were settled in for lunch. Today was our first exploration of the Mallorca mountains as well and it did not disappoint. The cool temps made climbing a real pleasure in our S2-R jerseys and the chilly descents called for my favorite S1-J jacket to keep warm. Some real distance in the legs and we were ready to take on the rest of the week.

Day 3 /

With the departure of Alex, our group was now 4. We opted to stay inland for todays ride and put together what ended up being my personal favorite route. A large, flattish counter clockwise loop punctuated by 4 steep hillside monasteries. It was a perfect mixture of riding disciplines for the day. Rotating pacelines, reading changing wind directions on small farm roads, and hard tempo, uphill sprint finishes. It was a far departure from the hordes of cyclists we saw on the coast the day before. The majority of the roads were empty, and the drivers respected their distance to us for the most part, even on the single lane roads. If there is a wildcard route you are looking for in Mallorca, give this one a look.

Day 4 / 

Transfer day, typically something you want to avoid during camps but today we had a good reason. Instead of starting the day from Sineau, we loaded the bikes into the van and drove west to Bunyola, to start the day. This was because a fellow member of L’Equipe Provence, Paul, was also on a cycling holiday with a few friends from London, and they were making their way from West to East along the coastal road. So after a quick coffee in Esporles, we rode to the coast to catch them at the intersection headed East to Soller. Our timing wasn’t the best, but we did finally find our motley crew of lads. Just like that,  4 became 10. The next few hours spent chatting with strangers while admiring scenery like this is uniquely cycling. This was the first time any of us had ridden with Paul in person, as he joined L’Equipe Provence on Zwift and has been one of the key members ever since. The jewel of the ride today was our ascent of Puig Major, the biggest climb on the island. At nearly 14km long with an average of 6 percent, it’s a very consistent climb that allows you to get stuck into a rhythm. And of course, we raced the final kilometer 🙂 after saying goodbye to Paul and his crew in Lluc, we looped back down and around to Bunyola to drive back home. Capped off by a barbeque under the stars at the house, we prepared for our biggest and last day of the trip.

Day 5 /

We wanted to avoid these roads, yet we ignored common sense. The Mallorca 312 was today, and there were road closures all over the northern coastal roads of the island. Our target today was to ride from Sineu, to Andratx and back. About 165km and 2,200meters of climbing. The Queen stage really. After a few detours, and elevated blood pressure, we managed to get on the route, just as the event had passed. Which left us virtually empty roads along the coast from Valldemossa to Andratx. No cars, no buses, no cyclists, just us and the endless coastline stretching far into the Mediterranean. It was no easy day by any means, the detours tacked on another 20km, and a few more lumpy climbs. But it was all worth it as we freely took the entire road on sweeping bends and stopped to appreciate a moment not common for such a visited area. A cross tailwind nudged us home on the return back to Sineu. With tired legs and hungry bellies, we spent the evening around the table with pizzas and wine remembering the weeks highlights. And thinking ahead to the next time we can meet.

These trips are never about the bike. It’s a surrogate for our intentions. To show up, to support, to keep going when you don’t want to. It’s most important function isn’t to give us a base for fitness and maybe go a bit faster. It’s to remind us of how lucky we are to spend time with each other. 

We go through a lot of effort, to share this time together. There is really nothing more valuable a friend can give another. Here’s to hoping everyone finds their mates on a roadside soon for a chat, a coffee and a town line sprint. Adiós and au revoir 

  • Jeroen, Matt, Alex, Bryan and Mark

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