Category Archives: Pros

Joao Correia tells TourChats about L’Eroica

Joao Correia answers a question from D’Andrea, a member of our live show audience. Watch the full interview at

The Rain Bag, By Ted King


by Ted King – Professional Cyclist

They say there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad preparation. I don’t know who they are, but I balk at that logic. As someone who entered the sport of cycling in the frigid and snowy Green Mountains of Vermont, cut my teeth throughout New England’s wet and unpredictable springs, and who now races across the globe with no reprieve for a “rain delay” as is common in baseball or car racing, I know a thing or two about riding in less-than-ideal weather. Turns out there is such a thing as bad weather; better yet, there also exists such a thing as being prepared for it.

“Borsa di freddo” translates from Italian literally to bag of cold—or more appropriately, bag for cold. The English parlance among my Anglo-Saxon colleagues is rain bag. But regardless of what it’s called, this sliver of security offers a bit of reassurance going into a potentially cold or wet day.

On the professional level, a bag for each rider sits in every team car behind the race or long day of training camp. At just an arm’s reach from the team mechanic, the bag waits on-call for when the weather turns sour.

When watching rainy races on television—and before the drops are visible on camera—you’ll see a small cadre of riders quickly slip to the back of the peloton to collect appropriate attire for their teammates. Each rider will radio to their team cars the clothing request—a jacket, arm warmers or cycling cap—and the mechanic will dig through each riders’ bag for the clothing. After the subsequent handoff, the rider will pedal into the cold or wet weather coming from all sides to get back to the peloton.

The rain bag is roughly the size of a large shoebox and made of a soft fabric, frequently with two zippered compartments. Some riders keep the bare minimum in their bag, but the sage veteran will effectively keep a spare (or two!) of everything one might need on a long day: shoe covers, leg warmers, knee warmers (maybe even winter tights), an undershirt or two, arm warmers, gloves of all varieties, vests and jackets of different weights, neckgaiters, cycling caps and winter beanies. The second compartment will store an extra set of shoes. Although it’s uncommon, shoes have been known to break midrace and a quick swap will save the awkward and embarrassing single-shoed riding. Pro tip: Always have extra shoes.

The more likely items to be requested—typically arm warmers and a vest—will be closest to the zipped opening. Again, this is the habit among the wise veterans more than the eager rookies who haphazardly stuff their bags with whatever they think of last minute. The packing technique is certainly noted by the team mechanics who have the duty of rummaging around the bag looking for each riders’ request. Pro tip number two: Always be nice to your mechanic.

And pro tip number three? Embrace the changing weather with a borsa di freddo, rain bag, security blanket, err… security bag. Doesn’t matter what you call it as long as you have one at the ready. You may not be able to change the weather, but you can absolutely prepare for it.

Please note your nationality (country flag) and how you would like your name to appear on the Pro Rain Bag in the order notes during the checkout process.

Construction material 100% Nylon
Lower portion of the bag is a separate zippered compartment for your shoes
36cm x 28cm x 12cm
14″ x 11″ x 5″
Made locally in Italy by SciCon


Former World Champion Thor Hushovd recalls Tour de Suisse stage and his crazy teammate




Considered by many to be one of the great riders of his generation, former world champion Thor Hushovd is embarking on his 16th season as a professional cyclist where he has amassed 41 victories including ten stages in the Tour de France and the Green Jersey. Here he recalls a stage in the 2010 Tour de Suisse with then teammate on the Cervelo Test Team Joao Correia.


I woke up early on the 12th of June. It was a cloudy, rainy day, and I went for a little walk around the hotel before breakfast. We had a hard day ahead of us—starting straight into a big mountain—and I was a bit nervous. I’ve never liked stages like this: A big climb early and more than 2000m altitude gain. Plus, I’d just come back from a crash where I suffered a broken collarbone, and my form wasn’t good yet.


So I’m sitting at the hotel with my breakfast and coffee when I see an ashen, nervous face coming into the hall. It was obvious that Mister João Correia was just as anxious about the day’s ride as me.


We started in a lovely little town called Ascona, well up the valley, where it’s placed in the end of Lago di Maggiore. A breakaway went and things looked to be going well for us. But some teams weren’t happy with the break and went hard up the Simplonpass. We suffered a lot—me, João and at least half of the bunch. A few kilometers from the top, I saw João coming back through the peloton like a rock. I passed him, and said straight out: “if you loose my wheel I will smash you”. Of course, he couldn’t reply, considering the state he was in….


I did not see him for at least an hour after this. I was sure he was gone from the group, and afraid he’d stopped the race. But in the valley of the other side of the mountain, João passed the bunch with four or five bottles at his back. We went really fast, so I was surprised see him moving up. Always a great teammate, he wanted to give his last to us.


Unfortunately, he cramped halfway up through the peloton and didn’t make it. With his legs off the pedals—stiff as a piece of oak—he come back as fast as I moved up…still with all the bidons on his back. He was unable to touch the pedals, and when I passed him he was screaming out of pain.


I was sure that he would never finish this stage, especially since we had another hard hill before the finish. But wrong I was. After a while—I mean a long while—João walked onto the bus. He was all wrapped up and there was blood everywhere. There had been a crash on the final descent where one guy wrecked into a house and was badly hurt. There was an ambulance waiting at the turn, so when João came a bit too fast into that corner, he went straight into the ambulance stretcher! He told me after that he was sure at that moment he broke his leg. Instead, he stood up and finished the stage. Well done, my friend!


(João also didn´t finish last on the stage. That honor belonged to a rider he’s managing today, Laurens Ten Dam, who was laying in the stretcher João crashed in to, and was DNF on the results.)

Out Of Shape And Overweight



Comeback time


The story has been recited enough that it is now well known to many. Before making my comeback to professional cycling, I was out of shape and overweight. One day at a Granfondo in Italy, legendary framebuilder Fausto Pinarello noticed my pedaling technique and asked if I’d ever raced. I said yes and Fausto replied, simply, that I should start riding seriously again.


And that is where the unlikely transformation from office worker to Pro Tour racer began. (See The New York Times article here).




Click the image below to watch the video


Many aspects of the inGamba story are anchored in that pivotal moment. It’s one of the main reasons we use Pinarello bikes at inGamba and yet another way that a personal relationship enhances the experiences of our guests.


The fact that Fausto builds what are considered by many the best bikes in the world makes us feel proud and lucky to be embraced by the Pinarello family as one of their own.


Above is a great video featuring Pinarello and Fausto that recently aired on CNN. Not only does Fausto make some amazing bikes, but in true Italian style, he also manages to make riding a Segway cool.


In 2014 all inGamba guests are guaranteed a Pinarello Dogma on their trip. If you opt to make the pilgrimage to Treviso with us in July for the Granfondo, you’ll also meet this amazing family, tour the factory and get a sneak peek of the 2015 line firsthand.

Monsieur Ventoux: A Legend Joins inGamba



He was never supposed to win. Especially not on the Tour de France’s most venerated mountain. Sure, he was prized as Mario Cipollini’s sprint lead-out man, but as a climber? Forget it. He weighed more without a bike than most of his competitors did with one, and towered above them all at 1.94 metres tall. He’d had a stellar amateur career, but turned pro late, aged 28. He was an excellent domestique, but not a doyen. No, Mont Ventoux wasn’t meant for him.

And yet, Eros Poli took it anyway. The Giant of Provence was conquered by a giant from Verona with a breakaway so audacious that his rivals ignored it. They thought it was the very definition of folly. It was, in fact, the definition of panache.

It was the kind of romantic win befitting a guy called Eros. Cipo, the greatest sprinter of his generation and Poli’s team leader, had crashed out of the Vuelta and missed the Tour. Mercatone Uno were without a leader for La Grande Boucle, and so the the workers were let off the chain. It was a rare opportunity to impress at the season’s biggest event, and one that Poli took by the scruff of the neck.




Attacking solo some 100km before Ventoux, the Veronese knew that he’d need a huge lead to stay ahead of the pack once the flat stage turned nasty and the road started heading skyward. He did the math. Accepted he’d need at least 24 minutes at the foot of the mountain – a minute for every kilometre climbed with an extra cushion, just in case. And then he went to work.

When the early ramps of the ascent arrived, he was leading by more than 25 minutes. His opponents didn’t know it yet, but they’d already sealed their fates. The peloton’s big guns fired, but Poli was out of range, flying in spite of his bulk and his loneliness out in front. Not even an attack from a young Marco Pantani could bring him back. He crossed the summit four minutes ahead of il Pirata. Forty kilometres to the finish, but now he had gravity and adrenaline and a lifetime of ambition on his side. The stage, and a unique place in the history books, were his.

Miguel Indurain would go on to win the fourth of his five yellow jerseys that summer, but the undisputed star of the 81st Tour de France was Poli, thanks to one of cycling’s greatest ever solo attacks. He did more that day than just win a stage that day in Carpentras; he won the hearts of cycling fans the world over. Because even if he was one of the tallest guys in the peloton, his was a victory for the little guy, and proof that, once in a while at least, spirit and guts could triumph over stacked odds and overwhelming adversity.

The following morning, La Gazzetta dello Sport called Poli’s win a national triumph for Italy. The director of the Tour, Jean Marie Leblanc, would later call him a hero. Two decades on, the French still lovingly call him Monsieur Ventoux. We’re just happy to call him a friend.


inGamba :: Eros Poli from inGamba Tours on Vimeo.