The 1914 Giro d’Italia: The hardest bike race in history. Eighty-one riders started and only eight finished after enduring cataclysmic storms, roads strewn with nails, and even the loss of an eye by one competitor. And now Tim Moore is going to ride it. And he’s committed to total authenticity. . .
Twelve years after Tim Moore toiled around the route of the Tour de France, he senses his achievement being undermined by the truth about 'Horrid Lance'. His rash response is to take on a fearsome challenge from an age of untarnished heroes: the notorious 1914 Giro d'Italia. History's most appalling bike race was an ordeal of 400-kilometer stages, filled with cataclysmic storms, roads strewn with nails, and even the loss of an eye by one competitorand it was all on a diet of raw eggs and red wine.
Of the eighty-one riders who rolled out of Milan, only eight made it back. To truly capture the essence of what these riders endured a century ago, Tim acquires the ruined husk of a gear-less, wooden-wheeled 1914 road bike, some maps, and an alarming period outfit topped off with a pair of blue-lensed welding goggles. As Moore rides up and over the Alps and then down to the Adriatic (with only wine corks for breaks) Gironimo! is an adventure that is by turns recklessly incompetent, bold, beautiful and madly inspiring.
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About the Author
Tim Moore's writing has appeared in the Daily Telegraph, the Observer, The Sunday Times and Esquire. He is the author of French Revolutions and Gironimo! in addition to four other books. He lives in London.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The story of an enthralling, albeit gruelling, ride through Italy. The undertaking was indeed a mammoth task for anyone in middle age, but one admires even more the manner in which the writer describes what he sees – even his own sufferings. Reading the account, no one could not but feel the agonies. However, one is also hugely entertained by the stories he relates along the way, and what really enchants is the humour – and most of all the author's self-depreciating remarks and the slightly sardonic tone of the stories he tells. In a book that is largely a travelogue, it’s difficult to pull this off, but he manages to do it, and it certainly keeps you turning the page, and wanting to know what happens round the next bend. It also gives a lot of fascinating information about the great riders and races in Italy - warts and all. Highly recommended, both for cycling enthusiasts and for us pedestrians.