Ah, the transition from thinking - 'I'm a hard bastard, climbing With snow melting into my sweat, this is so fecking epic'
to - 'I cant fecking see the apex's, and can only brake by cupping the levers and pulling the my Whole of my arms back, as my fingers dont work. I'm a total idiot'
I've only ridden proper European mountains once, but when I did, it included going up and down Tourmalet in a hailstorm, and that's exactly what I was thinking! The descent was probably the most terrifying thing I've ever done
Having ridden up a mountain in a snow storm once, you are quite warm as you climb due to the effort. It's coming down where it all goes wrong.