
In the next picture we can see to Fer ahead, followed by Rober (who is hidden behind a tree) and Tom taking velocity just to the beginning of the “Juanacatlan downhill”… They are lift the dust up for all the other that will start the downhill just behind them, and for all those that will close the platoon, we’ll collect the dust in our jerseys, our skin, the glasses and the helmet… but wow! To enjoy for these majestic riding between trees, discovering a valley just for few seconds, was a delightonly interrupted when we need to grab the handlebars to avoid going out of the way… fall down.

Almost, almos there, within 3 miles of our goal. Riding this magical combination of hot sun and cool winter polar air coming up to this corner of our land, making cold sweat, cold and out of our skin with only one looking out of the sun, and we felt we were close to the ride end today, after 25 miles riding, climbing, descending, enjoying and of course…hard breathing to achieve make that each pedal bring to us a bit beyond where we had never gone, so we finished this shot, this personal test, this reunion with us and with whose that morning were encouraged to ride!
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