On my bike, the early hours along forest roads were tough on my knees, but as we climbed higher, I found Paolo’s carefree attitude as uplifting as the regular espresso breaks we took.
I wasn’t the only one impressed by him. Every driver that passed us honked and shouted “Ciao, Paolino!” He was on friendly terms with the owners of all the mountain rifugios (mountain refuges) and even got a high five from a passing jogger.
I soon benefited from his popularity when a man named Fausto invited us off our bikes and into his falconry headquarters.
We caught him between his 11am and 3pm displays, and I was grateful to rest my legs for 20 minutes as we watched him send birds of prey soaring into the deep pine valley.
We were soon back on the road, and after climbing over 1000 meters, the mountain biking finally began.
For the first single track run, I was sitting down, with all four fingers clutching the brakes as I dodged football-sized boulders and nearly flew over the handlebars when I forgot that the front and back brakes were on opposite sides here.
Paolo noticed my poor technique and gave me a quick lesson on how to avoid that: stand with arms outstretched when going downhill; keep pedals level; use only one finger on the brakes; maneuver the saddle with thighs for extra control; and most importantly, stop being such a wimp.
The results were immediate. I couldn’t descend as fast as Paolo, who let out a high-pitched “WOOP!” as he flew down the path, but I quickly gained confidence and speed. The experience felt more like skiing over moguls than riding a bike.
Of course, the Dolomites are more famous for winter sports than almost anything else. So if you prefer snow over speed, visit in the colder months and try a snowshoe tour of the Dolomites from Cortina.