Rippin' and shreddin' through 600k of Swedish countryside in 4 days with the euro bike bro crew.
Schedule of events:
Day 1: Gotenburg to Vanersborg + Dalsland Runt Day 1. 186km.
The international crew made up of Jon Woodroof (@twotoneams), Frank van der Sman (@frankthetank_ftyc), Jambi Ganbar (@jambi), and Joachim Baan (@jaochimbaan) met at the airport and we rode to Dalsland, then we did the first leg of the Dalsland Runt. It rained a bit and was sunny a bit. Met tons of new people. We felt like shit by the end of the day but ate sausages in ketchup cream with potatoes. All was better. I also ate my first Kex. I slept in a Swedish lodge by a lake.
Day 2: Dalsland mud loop. 180k.
The ride started in a downpour. Moral was low - but shortly after the start a hero emerged...Wildcat (@nik_wildcat). He was a maniac 16 year old who took a train, ferry, and bus to get to the Runt. Nothing was stopping Wildcat from having fun, an inspiration to all. After 100k I stopped and got a pizza with and Austrian bro and some Swedish dudes and a feller from Wales. I saw a guy eat a banana pizza. The local newspaper also interviewed me. I only took 3 pictures the entire day since I was simply trying to not die. My rear brake stopped working by the end and the sun came out.
Day 3: Dalsland back to Vanersborg. 146k.
Wildcat from Norway, a Dutch dude, a French gentleman, a Swedish guy, and my redneck ass stuck together the entire day. It was sunny but outrageously windy. Swedish dude had a Marco Pantani bike but kept busting his chain. He was a bike wizard so it all worked out. We hung out and Wildcat crashed into 2 ditches and descended gravel roads with no brakes and no hands. We didn't stop for pizza. With 5k to go a pack of dudes caught up to us and we sprinted to the finish. We said goodbye to Wildcat and ate a pizza.
Day 4: Vanersborg to Gotenborg. 95k.
I accidentally mixed instant coffee with my cereal, it was gross. We left routed to the Gotenborg Airport and instantly hit headwind and then shortly a rain storm, so we hid in a bus stop. Frank found a christmas tree and then it started raining again so we hid in a barn. Then we got back on the road and had more headwind and more headwind and even more headwind. It was fucking awful. Soon we reached Gotenburg city limits and it started to rain again. We were running late so we decided to B line it on the bus straight to the airport. We had one last beer and parted ways.
All in all it was a kick ass weekend. Weather extremes from freezing rain to sun rays and good times. Plus enough Scandinavian bike bro-time to last until next Dalsland Runt.