Mont Ventoux is one of the shrines of road cycling. The bald rock in Provence is a mecca for cyclists who want to prive themselves climbing the near 2,000metres through the trees at the bottom, past Chalet Reynard,to the mast at the summit. It is a place of legend. English rider Tom Simpson’s memorial, strewn with sun bleached bidons, dedications and messages, sits near the top bearing testament to the cruel mistress this mountain is. But the only way is not up. Back in 2005, on a Giant Maestro launch, we took our mountain bikes and uplifted to the aerial as the sun was beginning to rise. The descent was easily one of my top five dirt rides. Starting with loose scree, then rocky singletrack, it eventually reached the tree line for more of the same. Finally it spat us out right next to a great little hotel bar. We did it twice. Of course.