Interlude: how to get a custom Hampsten bike

[We interrupt your regular Dolomites/Alps programming to bring you this special feature]

The more observant of my rabid followers might have noticed in a couple recent posts that my beloved old Colnago was not in frame. Those who have cared enough to click on a photo to embiggen (which I think has been no one) will have figured out that I now have a beautiful custom Hampsten bicycle.

I still blush a little when I say that.

So, the curious reader asks, how does one obtain one of these? Here is my handy, step-by-step guide:

  1. Spend a couple years visiting the website and drooling over the pretty pictures
  2. Make puppy dog eyes at your husband while looking at the website
  3. Read obsessively about people’s Hampsten bikes and how happy they are with them
  4. Think that you’ll never have something that nice
  5. Go on a couple Cinghiale trips, and notice that whenever you think “wow, nice looking bike!” it’s one of the people with a Hampsten bike
  6. Start to think maybe you could have something that nice
  7. Sketchily plan out what your dream Hampsten machine would be
  8. Make really really big puppy dog eyes at your husband
  9. Mention to your husband that you’re kinda thinking you’d like a Hampsten bike, and would it be ok if you perhaps maybe sent a preliminary feeler Steve Hampsten’s way
  10. Have your husband quash the dream by saying things about budget and $ and adult responsibility
  11. Go on another Hampsten trip, on which your husband sneakily gets together with Andy Hampsten to measure your bike
  12. Have your husband and Andy start an email conversation with Steve with measurements, fit notes, frame suggestions, and the like
  13. Go on a bike ride with your husband, taking a different route home that just happens to pass by Steve’s workshop, and stop in to go over the details of the surprise bike that Steve has already sketched out for you
  14. Suffer major agonies over what color to have it painted
  15. Wait impatiently for 6 weeks

VoilĂ , you have a custom Hampsten bicycle in just Fifteen Easy Steps!

So, there are all sorts of rules about how to photograph a bike, basically none of which I’ve followed. I’d rather be riding it than fussing about getting perfect shot. And my photography reflects that attitude. But here are some pictures!

Shortly after receipt, about as shiny and unburdened as it will ever be

Mental health break, Pacific Northwest-style

In its natural habitat–being ridden up mountains in good company

Some would say I have way too much crap on my bike. Some people photograph their bikes rather than ride up the Passo Gavia on their bikes.

Bonus part of the whole process is that in addition to having a wonderful new bike, I also have–in writing–Andy “I won the Giro d’Italia” Hampsten calling me “strong and flexible” and my pedal stroke “convincing.” !!! I’d be cool with that going on my tombstone, in case you’re planning ahead.

I’ve had the bike just over a year now, and beyond delighted now to be one of the people in #3 above. And Ian has been duly nominated for Husband of the Decade honors. Lying and deceit–the ingredients of a wonderful marriage!



Alps and Dolomites 2017, Day 2

Just the second day in, and it was already Stelvio day. This very quickly brought me face-to-face with one of my pre-trip stated goals–to ride the 3rd side of the Stelvio. Three years ago, we had gone up the classic, 48 switchbacks, side out of Prato allo Stelvio. Then we went up it from Bormio two days later. But that year I did not add on the approach from Switzerland, up the Umbrail pass. It’s been nagging at me ever since.

And I would have wanted to ride up it even before it featured so famously in the 2017 Giro d’Italia. Tom Dumoulin ignominiously dumping time (among other things) before heading up the Umbrail is one of those moments that won’t be forgotten. It was a very popular topic of discussion on the trip, perhaps even the No. 2 topic of discussion. Great for whenever we needed to relax and take a load off.

People were all over the map with what they wanted to do on this day. Some were happy doing a bit of the Stelvio and easing their legs into the trip, others were gently talked down off the ledge of burning all their matches at once riding all three ascents. Ian and I decided to ride up as far as the turn off for the Umbrail (a little short of the summit of the Stelvio), descend the Umbrail and come back up, and call it good.

The Stelvio was…pretty darn similar to last time. Global warming did not magically melt the road down to half its former height, but one can keep hoping.

Gerardo parked at the turnoff to the Umbrail, where we refueled and stocked ourselves for the various routes people were doing. Gerardo is amazing and talented, but even he can’t support riders on completely different sides of a mountain at the same time.

Ian and I took off for Switzerland, passports in hand! (Well, they were in our jersey pockets, but…) To our disappointment, the border crossing was in its usual unmanned state, so we were not able to get our passports stamped, and really, didn’t need to have them along at all.

We’re in Switzerland!

The Umbrail is not as famous as the Prato side of the Stelvio, but it pales only in comparison. It is another engineering marvel of route-finding switchbacks. In a way it’s almost more impressive than its more famous sibling, as it’s steeper, and the switchbacks pile upon themselves, many almost to the point of overhanging the one below.

If you look closely, you might think that these switchbacks overlap each other pretty steeply. Trust me, it was steeper than that.

The descent earned every penny we have spent on our brakes.

At the bottom is a cute Swiss town, Santa Maria. I’m sure it’s a lovely place, and that there would have been many fun things to do there, like have an espresso, or seek out Dumoulin’s roadside pit stop (guess which of those two things another group of riders did… Including Andy. Yes, there is photographic evidence of a Giro reenactment, no I’m not going to include it.)

So this is what Switzerland looks like.

However, I had my eyes on something even better: lunch back at the hotel. Word was that if we got back there by 2, they would still serve us. It is vital on these trips to stay focused on what is truly important.

On the way back up the Umbrail, I stopped to take some photos, but not as many as I would have liked. Have I mentioned that the road was steep?!?! My photo-taking was determined not so much by impressiveness of views, as by the road dipping enough under 10% gradient that I thought I could restart my bike after stopping.

Early in the climb–lush growth, and picturesque Swiss town views

Even Ian agreed that this was a pretty stiff climb. In fact, he shared that Andy, upon hearing that we planned to descend then ascend the Umbrail, had said “that’s a steep climb!”

Yeah, when two people who tend not to notice that a road is headed uphill comment on the steepness of a climb, I know I’m in for a tough day.

Still, it was a pretty amazing (and amazingly challenging) ride. The lush landscape at the bottom gradually transforms to a high altitude harsh, rocky landscape filled with scrubby vegetation that appears to barely be keeping a toehold on the slopes.

Still some greenery

Barely hanging on

And it was steep. Did I mention that yet?

Still, it was a success of a day! The third side of the Stelvio climbed, AND we got back to the hotel in time for (late) lunch!

Day 2, Stelvio and Umbrail: 42 miles, 7900 feet.

Ignore the parts where my gps device got lost. I didn’t actually go off-roading.