Earlier this month, we were a little surprised to learn that the most popular Strava cycling segment in the world, in 2025 anyway, is in Colombia – a climb called the Alto de Patios on the outskirts of Bogotá.

Not because Colombia isn’t a cycling-mad nation, it evidently is, but because there are so many other cycling hot spots around the world, from the Alps to Amsterdam.

It did, however, inspire us to think about where our favourite places in the world to cycle are, and as a result, I decided to survey the Cycling Weekly team. There weren’t any particular rules to this endeavour, just that they should be roads, paths, or places that you simply love to cycle down – or up.

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Tadej Pogačar or Lotte Kopecky. However, something that I do share in common with the pair is a love of the Oude Kwaremont, the crucial point of the Tour of Flanders, which lays claim to being the best bike race of them all.

The cobbled arena is the best place I have ever had the fortune to ride my bike for multiple reasons. I’ve only done it twice, but both occasions have been magical, out-of-body experiences.

Of course, there are many cobbled climbs in Flanders, from the Paterberg to the Muur van Geraardsbergen, but there is something special about the Kwaremont. I think the fact that it is only 4.8% helps, because the ascent isn’t as much as a grind or nightmare like the Paterberg – 350 metres at 13.5%. It’s the kind of climb that a, ahem, not pure climber like myself can put the power down on and feel good. You can stay in the big ring for a lot of it, if you can produce the watts, and you feel fast.

It’s 1.5km-long, too, so it’s not over too fast. You can really be present, something impossible when you’re forcing yourself up a wall. You notice the cobbles, of course, but that’s part of the fun.

The best thing about it, though, is that you can pretend to be Pogačar, or Fabian Cancellara, or whoever your rider is. You can ride the climb, and without looking at your speed, feel fast, feel like you’re racing Flanders, and make that turn at the top to go to the Paterberg. Even better, you can end the day with an Orval or a Bolleke in Ghent.

Olympic Games road race appearance is slowly tailing off, for a long time Box Hill was the cycling equivalent of the Bryan Adams hit ‘(Everything I Do) I Do It For You’. Number one in the UK for 16 weeks, it wasn’t a terrible song and was very popular, but it wasn’t long before few people had a good word to say about it.

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Box Hill too became a victim of its own success, swamped by bike riders with plenty of ensuing friction, especially from the local motoring fraternity.

But it wasn’t always thus, and it’s a place I’ll always have a soft spot for. I was maybe 15 when I first discovered it, a little piece of cycling paradise that seemed to be lifted straight out of the Alps I’d seen on TV in the Tour de France, hairpins and all. A hilly, 50-mile round-trip away, it quickly became a pilgrimage for my cycling friends and me, one we’d test ourselves on two or three times a year.

It remained a regular haunt for the following 25-odd years, and while it’s tailed off a little since I found gravel, I still enjoy visiting now and then. Somehow though, I’ve noticed, it takes me far longer to reach the top.

Mur de Huy and, at points, 3% steeper, maxing out at 23%. It was a brutal experience that I’ve somehow become addicted to.

I don’t track any metrics, but I’m impulsive when it comes to this kind of discomfort, and for some reason, like a cold plunge, I force myself to do it. I curse this personality trait until the final meters. Reaching the top, though, I feel completely alive. The raw experience of conquering the climb has become the most addictive dopamine-hitting reward.

Mont Ventoux or the Carrefour de l’Arbre, but go ride it, and you’ll see what I mean. Specifically, the section between Bethgelert and the Pen y Pass that goes over Mount Snowdon.

This was where I first started serious training on a bike, and a road that I could only ride on a three-plus-hour ride when the weather was good enough to brave heading into the mountains. That wasn’t very often. Perhaps the lack of opportunity made my desire stronger, but the gradient, sweeping bends and views make this a perfect cycling road.

Swain’s Lane blossomed the first time I tackled it, around five years ago, when I set out way too fast and could taste blood by the end.

Since then, I’ve been back more than 50 times, smiling through the grimace on my face. What do I like about this climb? Well, it’s not the road surface, which is crumbling away, often covered by slippery leaves. Nor is it the traffic, the impatient car drivers eager to pass me.

What I like is that, no matter how many times you ride up Swain’s Lane, each ascent is a good, hard workout, and the summit is well-earned. Plus, the leafy air tastes so good when you’re done.

South Downs Way is brilliant for gravel riding on a lovely summer day, and I wouldn’t change it. However, when it is wet, windy and cold like it often is, being up on those hills leaves you very exposed, and honestly, it can quickly break you.

However, on the lower slopes sheltered from the south westerlies is a gravel riding paradise. Starting from the Iconic Long Man of Wilmington on Wendover Hill, you drop down into the picturesque village of Alfriston.

From there, you head along West Street, an awkward false flat of a road toward Berwick, where rights for cars end, and you are graced with a hardpacked (albeit bumpy at times) gravel road, all the way to Firle and, combined with the brand new cycle path, Lewes if you wish.

It’s not Girona, it’s not Kansas, and it’s not even technically the South Downs Way, but it’s fun to ride in all weathers, and the views are still fantastic looking inland across East Sussex.

I am so lucky to have places like this to ride all year round, so close by, and I just enjoy riding this section so much.

Simon Mottram, the then-newly appointed CEO Fran Millar, and some of the brand’s most passionate followers, its RCC members, for a few days of riding in the region where the cycling infatuation started for Mottram: Provence and an ascent of the formidable Mont Ventoux.

The nearly 120-mile (190km) route Rapha put together is not for the faint of heart but the effort is worth the reward. The ‘Géant de Provence’ is, of course, a mountain of legend. The paved route from Bedoin stretches just over 12 miles (19km) and gains 5015 feet (1528m) of elevation to an altitude of 6263 feet (1909m). But this was merely the halfway point of the ride, and the best was yet to come.

The hard work of climbing Ventoux was rewarded in the most spectacular way: descending the tunnel-lined rim road of Gorges de la Nesque. 11 heavenly miles of grin-inducing speed, railing corners, dodging fallen rocks and taking in vast canyon views instantly made this one of the Top 5 roads I’ve ever had the pleasure of riding.