I was going to have an extremely short stage, so no hurry, I’m leaving late. But not too late because rain is forecast.
I set off in the rising fog.
I passed a very small country road and was amazed at the number of cars on it. I understand why when I get stuck after an hour on the road. In fact, it’s the twentieth Sardinian car rally.
I tried to negotiate my way through, but was turned down. Eventually I saw that a few kilometres further on there was a road leading off to the side that joined the main road along the coast. I head for it full of enthusiasm and soon catch my first shower of the day!
Worry at the crossroads because signs that don’t make sense to me seem to indicate rally activity there... And indeed I’m stuck again. A Spaniard who’s part of one of the security teams advises me to stay there and wait it out, otherwise I’m in for a long ride... I listened to him and that’s how I found myself stuck watching cars kicking up mud in the bend for at least an hour and a half...
Then everyone left and my bike was allowed through, even though not all the spectators had left yet...
It’s pouring like hell and I’m riding along a road where the cars have washed away the mud...
Eventually I reach the main road, and seeing the large contingent deployed I realise that even if I’d taken that road I’d have been stuck...
Finally I arrived at the hotel, dripping all over. 5 hours to cover thirty kilometres, not bad, eh?