Just back from riding the 2500' climb. Too hot, in the high 20's. Rode my 1972 vintage Holdsworth Mistral. Nice new handlebar tape didn't help with the climb, 13km in 1:08. At least no one passed me on the way up. Riding up these mountains is like going over a mountain pass, except you come down the same way. Saw 15-20 other cyclists on their way up or down.
On the way down I was passed by a fellow on a racing bike near the top. I tried to draft, but he coasted away when he went into a low tuck. I'm not flexible enough to do that anymore, and the Holdsworth doesn't have gearing high enough for that speed. Anyway, he took the corners like a lummox: slowed down, didn't use the apex, didn't pedal, didn't downshift to get back up to speed sooner. The first highest corner is the sharpest, and I had to brake to keep from running into him. Same thing happened three more times on the way down, him coasting away from me and me catching him on the corners. Sort of fun except for being dropped on the straightaways downhill while drafting.