It started somewhere last year - after the TDF - with the muscular statement of "I would actually like to climb that bald mountain there in France"... and then the equally muscular "ok, but then from the 3 sides Hey, while we're there....." Quite some time later and with almost no preparation - which is not recommended - and not realizing what awaited us, we started it anyway. We are men of our word, so "en avant marche!!!" and so it happened. It was not an easy task for us as Burgundian (muscled) cyclists, but we still achieved our goal. It was with a lot of sweat and even tears because it really does something to a person when you have reached the top of that bald mountain. Up to 3 times! After all, giving up was the last thing we were going to do, even though there were sometimes moments with very strong doubts whether we were going to do it We are therefore very proud and also happy and grateful that we could and were allowed to do this together as friends. It only makes the friendship more beautiful and stronger; for which my sincere thanks, copain !! It should also be clear that I certainly was not the only one who, after a serious illness, was able to realize this challenge. There were several riders who were able to carry their "cross" to the top. I therefore like to dedicate this "suffering" to them and to everyone who supports us is dear and to whom the thought gave us extra strength to persevere to the top!!!