They ingested large quantities of red wine to deaden the pain of going up steep ascents in the Pyrenees.
Lest you think I am joking, here's a webpage quoting from The Sun Also Rises with regard to a different mutli-stage race:
http://le-grimpeur.net/blog/archives/26There was a bicycle-race on, the Tour de Pays Basque, and the riders were stopping that night in San Sebastian. In the [hotel] dining room, at one side, there was a long table of bicycle riders, eating with their trainers and managers. They were all French and Belgian, and paid close attention to their meal, but they were having a good time…
The next morning at five o’clock the race resumed with the last lap, San Sebastian-Bilbao. The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the racing seriously except among themselves. They had raced among themselves so often that it did not make much difference who won. Especially in a foreign country. The money could be arranged.
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(Of course the ride down might be enertaining.)

