My run to the Stella
Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:21 pm
Here is my very quick RR of our recent trip to the Stella. It was my and a mate Lee Davies on his FZ8 that normally looks like this
The bike get abuse on tar and dirt, displays of which I saw when we rode together earlier in the year in his native Wales.
After a ferry crossing, nice ride without too much motorway, an overnight camp and a few more miles, we finally reach destination 1. The Balcony Road east of Valance. What a cracker!
On we went, stopping off to pay homage to the Patron Saint of Beer
Another camp and then a load of stunning Alpine passes, a closed road and a Euro28 fee to get through the flippin Frejus tunnel and into Bardonecchia for the Stella.
I have to say I was expecting a little skiing village packed with bikes and atmosphere, oh well, it wasn’t like that at all. Yes, there were lots of bikes around but the town was big and all a bit dead. We headed out to the ‘party tent’ and suffered the band before heading back to our hotel. It seems this year was a bit different to previous years but I have to say it all seemed a bit naff to me and a bit of a let down. At least we didn’t have hangovers for the Sunday run up the hill.
It was busy as hell, even with an 8am departure. It seems the ‘fact’ that the track is only open for 1 day a year is BS. Those in the know had been up on the Saturday or even before. The Sunday was pretty damn busy. A real mix of bikes and rider ability made for a bit of a chore getting up the dusty, rocky track. None of it was too hard but when you’re either showered by dust & gravel by a knobbied 450KTM or run off your line into the loose stuff by a side car or fat arse German on a loaded GS it all became a bit much for me. Chuck in loads of arrogant twats stopping mid trail to chat or take photos and I started to get pretty pissed off. I got up pretty high (apparently according to others just a few turns from the top) but I‘d had enough so headed back down.
Lee on the other hand was in his element, ragging the arse off the Fazer right up to the top. He raced a dude on a tricked up KTM, who, when beaten to the top by the Fazer (on Conti road tyres for this trip) the guy through his bike on the floor in disgust and came over to shakes Lee’s hand.
The rest of the day saw some more stunning tarmac passes and we headed into Chamonix for a day off.
Just to prove the whole trip wasn’t about peg scraping (Lee not me) and comparing chicken strips (me not Lee) I’ve included these photos of fields of lavender & sunflowers, a giant orange thing and a real marmot
Cheers
The bike get abuse on tar and dirt, displays of which I saw when we rode together earlier in the year in his native Wales.
After a ferry crossing, nice ride without too much motorway, an overnight camp and a few more miles, we finally reach destination 1. The Balcony Road east of Valance. What a cracker!
On we went, stopping off to pay homage to the Patron Saint of Beer
Another camp and then a load of stunning Alpine passes, a closed road and a Euro28 fee to get through the flippin Frejus tunnel and into Bardonecchia for the Stella.
I have to say I was expecting a little skiing village packed with bikes and atmosphere, oh well, it wasn’t like that at all. Yes, there were lots of bikes around but the town was big and all a bit dead. We headed out to the ‘party tent’ and suffered the band before heading back to our hotel. It seems this year was a bit different to previous years but I have to say it all seemed a bit naff to me and a bit of a let down. At least we didn’t have hangovers for the Sunday run up the hill.
It was busy as hell, even with an 8am departure. It seems the ‘fact’ that the track is only open for 1 day a year is BS. Those in the know had been up on the Saturday or even before. The Sunday was pretty damn busy. A real mix of bikes and rider ability made for a bit of a chore getting up the dusty, rocky track. None of it was too hard but when you’re either showered by dust & gravel by a knobbied 450KTM or run off your line into the loose stuff by a side car or fat arse German on a loaded GS it all became a bit much for me. Chuck in loads of arrogant twats stopping mid trail to chat or take photos and I started to get pretty pissed off. I got up pretty high (apparently according to others just a few turns from the top) but I‘d had enough so headed back down.
Lee on the other hand was in his element, ragging the arse off the Fazer right up to the top. He raced a dude on a tricked up KTM, who, when beaten to the top by the Fazer (on Conti road tyres for this trip) the guy through his bike on the floor in disgust and came over to shakes Lee’s hand.
The rest of the day saw some more stunning tarmac passes and we headed into Chamonix for a day off.
Just to prove the whole trip wasn’t about peg scraping (Lee not me) and comparing chicken strips (me not Lee) I’ve included these photos of fields of lavender & sunflowers, a giant orange thing and a real marmot
Cheers