October 4, 2021
To Mantova
I wanted to get an early start on today’s ride to Mantova (aka Mantua) – it was a longish distance with chances of rain increasing over the course of the afternoon and evening. I was downstairs early for breakfast and ready to retrieve Vivien George at just past 8 am – a new record! But there was a problem.
Though the hotel provided a secured private garage for bike storage, the hotel clerk had strongly suggested that I lock Vivien George, something I don’t normally do. I carry a light-weight Ottolock for “must lock” situations – but am always a bit hesitant for fear I won’t be able to unlock it. It is not an irrational fear. A couple of years ago I an Ottolock to secure Vivien George to a metal railing – when I returned, the locking mechanism failed to release (link). I was able to free the bike due only to a good French friend and a very strong French woman.
For some inane reason, I bought another Ottolock and, you guessed it, the locking mechanism failed to release. This time, I knew I needed a hacksaw as well as a strong Italian – and the hotel manager quickly provided both! Vivien George was soon free and we were on our way – with the Ottolock tossed in the trash where it belongs!
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After the early morning excitement, the rest of the day was rather flat, like the terrain. It was day we’ve likely all experienced from time to time – a day to get from point A to point B. There were few towns or landmarks to engage me or to fix my whereabouts, and at times I felt like a minion following the RWGPS blue line as it led me turn by turn from Modena to Mantova.
The early morning sunshine gave way to clouds, then a light steady rain started around midday and lasted about an hour. It was a level 1 rain – jacket necessary but sufficient, while booties, hat, and rain pants were not required. Throughout the day, my near constant companions were small canals and rivers – cycling on adjacent roads or bike paths or, for long stretches, atop the embankments that aid in flood control of the Secchia and Po Rivers. The weather, the terrain, and the route all combined to cast the day in a quiet, contemplative mood – a day of reflection.
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I crossed the Po River and was soon circling one of the three man-made lakes that surround Mantova. Though I’d taken care to minimize gravel in today’s route planning, there was a short stretch of single track just to keep me on my toes!
I checked in to my guest house – where I was the only guest – and managed to find a little early evening light to explore a small section of Mantova. The city was quiet on this damp Monday evening, with few patrons at the streetside bars and restaurants. Even the Mantua Cathedral was wrapped in silence while undergoing renovation. I capped the day with a nice pumpkin risotto and tortellini – the kind of comfort food that seemed a perfect ending to this quiet, workman-like day.
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Today's ride: 62 miles (100 km)
Total: 689 miles (1,109 km)
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