JF: What's been your favourite race/event to report on?
TO: I worked for the Amgen Tour of California for what turned out to be its final edition. I basically live tweeted the race every day from a little camper van at the finish, then we would drive to the next finish town after the stage was done and dusted. It was a joyous experience, a beautiful and well-run event and I miss it a lot. When they cancelled it for 2020 (well before anyone knew what a coronavirus was, I should add) I was gutted. The gigantic corporation that owns the Tour of California decided they’d had enough of this weird bike racing event that lost money hand over fist, and wanted to focus on some of their more profitable ventures, like owning the LA Lakers. And the O2 Arena in London.
I do some work for Eurosport on their live blog during the Grand Tours, and La Vuelta is always my favourite race to cover for them. It’s just wonderfully mad.
With Covid taking over and completely turning the race calendar on its head last year, what have you got planned for this year?
If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans, right? I’m 90% sure I’ll go to Sierra Leone in April to watch the Tour de Lunsar, but who knows. Sport is back ‘on’ there already, so in principle it should be fine to go ahead with the race. The question is whether they want people from Plague Island turning up at Freetown International… I wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t.
Otherwise, I have some bikepacking trips I want to do in Europe. We’ll see.
JF: You must have travelled a lot on your bike, what was your most memorable trip?
TO: I adore Spain and in 2018 I rode from Madrid to Pamplona with Matt Grayson, a super-talented photographer from Sheffield, and my mate Ben, a pub landlord from Bath. We wrote it up for Cycling Tips and a few other places. That was the best thing I’ve ever done. I made up a route that connected all the Spanish places that Ernest Hemingway loved, or lived in or visited a lot. We began in Madrid before heading into the Sierra Guadarrama, the mountain range where For Whom The Bell Tolls is set, before heading on to the vast pine forests near Soria and into La Rioja, home of wine and bullfights. There’s a story, which I think is probably apocryphal, about Hemingway getting drunk, lost and then trapped inside the cellar of a bodega in Haro – so we went past there. Even if it’s not true, it’s a great story and it’s part of the Hemingway mythos now. We finished in the Basque country, sleeping in a field next to one of his favourite trout fishing rivers for our final night, before descending into Pamplona where there is a bust of the man himself.