Endless riding

The sun continues to rise, but this morning we have allies. Hundreds of trees are our escort while we shot the rise among the industrious little town of Los Reyes (state of Michoacan, map below) and the little villages of 18 de Marzo, La Palma and Zacán. Over 15 years, others like us have been crossing these forests, that voluntarily or not, share the land with avocado orchards and some pasture. 
The asphalt has taken its toll line and took a few meters, but at the nerve center is still the land itself which serves as a carpet, cover and sunscreen. Here we all shot each in its way, at times we push and other times, someone pull to us. The pack of cyclists is compacted or stretched like the tide. Come and enjoy shooting pain that strikes in our thighs, wrists and fingers, when we got the saddle to climb the step ... stretch the neck, and half-closing our eyes when a sunshine finds its way among the high branches of the pines that line the route. 


Our muscles squeeze the maximum torque to continue supporting the weight of effort to climband climb, inch by inch, mile by mile ... until we left the forest and continue up a bit more, seeing from far away the majestic Tancítaro mountain (pictured here below covered with clouds ...), master of the southern mountains, and his young lieutenant ... Paricutin volcano.

Here the map from far up over earth... to let you know approximately where is this epic trail....

Here is a link to google map... Point A is the Paricutin, you'll see Angahuan bit close to north and Los Reyes a little far to West...
Paricutin placemark

Transvolcano 2012... once more time

Again in the streets of Los Reyes, Michoacán, the colorful stained jerseys of riders coming from other states and the very heart of the Purepecha culture. The friendliness and camaraderie flow to the rhythm of pedaling dozens riders on their bikes, we undertake the challenge to ride the 40 miles between this city and Angahuan village, near the "baby" volcano, Paricutin. 

Many of us have rode 40 kilometers in a single trail, is not easy, especially when within that range, there is a unique climb that brings us from 1.300 mts over sea level to 2.200 mts over sea level in no more than 10 kms of the journey. It is up and up, is to think without thinking, is to concentrate without exhaustion. Energy is found in every corner of each of our muscles and keep going, we encourage each other that passes to us, is to echo these spirits and encourage us to ourselves, as in life itself. 

After 3 hours, we find the first trophy of this adventure, the arrival at the ruins of San Juan Parangaricutiro, buried in the birth of Paricutin volcano. Now at the side of tenacious temple that resisted the lava up the posts of some of the finest "quesadillas" that I had been tasted. Here we stopped to count the first details of this epicroute, we get to see other cyclists as we stopped to refuel and take the final leg to Angahuan, where more trophies we collected during the weekend,companionship, friendship, reunion with old friends, meet new, enjoy a cold beer that tastes heavenly after these 40 kilometers of enthusiasm, tenacity, endurance and self-conquest. We all left without medals achieved without economic bag claim, simply the fact of achieve improving ourselves, so Transvolcano always be the route that is made to enjoy!