Pidcock is not overcomplicating it. “It’s the legs that will do the talking on the climb. There’s no hiding.”
A race defined by Superga
The current version of Milano-Torino has become one of the clearest tests of climbing punch in the early season. After rolling out from Rho and across the plains of northern Italy, the race builds towards two ascents of Superga, with gradients that regularly push beyond 10 per cent.
There is little room for tactics in the traditional sense. Positioning matters, timing matters, but ultimately the decisive move tends to come down to raw climbing strength over a 12 to 13 minute effort.
Pidcock, notably, has never raced the climb. “No, I’ve never been. I don’t know it,” he admitted.
But even that unfamiliarity does not appear to concern him. “Roughly it’s like 12, 13 minutes. It’s a hard climb. That’s all I know. I mean, what is there to know? It’s uphill.”
That line sums up both the rider and the race. Superga does not hide its demands, and neither does Pidcock. The simplicity of the challenge is exactly what makes it so decisive.
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Fresh legs after Strade Bianche
Pidcock’s presence in Turin also comes after a slightly adjusted build compared to his early March programme. Following the demands of Strade Bianche, the Brit has leaned into recovery and training rather than racing straight through.
“It was good. The terrain suited me,” he said of his recent block. “Strade was such a hard race that it was actually good to have a bit of recovery, spend some time training, and now come into these races with a different preparation.”
That reset could prove significant. Milano-Torino often rewards riders who arrive with freshness rather than accumulated fatigue, especially given how abruptly the race shifts from steady build-up to full intensity on the final climb.
A simple equation
For all the talk of favourites and form, the equation at Milano-Torino remains brutally straightforward. The race will unfold gradually across the plains, the peloton will thin on the first ascent, and everything will be decided the second time the road tilts skyward towards Superga.
Pidcock knows it. He is not trying to dress it up as anything more complex.
There are no reconnaissance advantages to lean on, no intricate tactical plans to hide behind. Just a climb, a field of contenders, and the expectation that the strongest rider will rise to the top.
On a day where the oldest race in cycling once again reduces itself to its purest form, Pidcock’s message is as direct as the road ahead. There is no hiding.