We arrived in Motala with newly cut mustaches, looking like one million dollars and with the tingles in our legs from excitement, stepping out of the car and taking a deep breath of “good vibes only”. This place is a bicycle all-you-can-eat buffet during this weekend every year. Cyclists everywhere, bikes high and low and happy people all around cheering and or getting ready to embark on their ride of a lifetime. Motala is a beautiful summer town at the north shores of Vättern, sporting a great beach walk, cozy city center and a kick-ass car museum. We are here for the main attraction the 300km Vätternrundan and we are starting at 02.45 in the early morning, late night or whatever this time of day is called.
The night was sweet but short, very short.. try two hours of “sleeping” with the same excitement in your body as you used to have the day before Christmas growing up. The alarm rang and we flew out of the tent and into our matching Mustache gear. The bikes were prepped and the provisions for the race were packed, water bottles were filled and we were on our way in a jiff. A short team-tactics meeting and some pictures later and we were at the starting line of Vättern Rundan, 300km, 2019.
We rolled out of Motala at 02.45 like planned, a long train off celeste and blue colored riders, lights shining in the night as a band of pearls on a woman's neck. You could feel the anticipation in the air and how we all wanted to rush like cows let out of the barn after a long winter. The embrace of the early morning was warm and the smooth wind was cool but not cold, a perfect start of a great day!