Having the benefit of living in Spain with possibilities to ride all year round is something I am very pleased with indeed. That is why I’m mentioning it so often. Unfortunately, riding somewhere nice often means going up in the mountains, and there, of course, it is colder. Today, I took my Ducati up north to Puebla de la Sierra, a tiny but nice old mountain village. And it was cold.
The road there was taking me through some wild areas and the landscape, well it speaks for itself doesn’t it.
Far, far away I could see the four towers of Chamartin conecting me with civilisation. My camera is not good enough to capture them though.
Nature out here is raw and unforgiving. So is the road, I had to go very slow. Fortunately on the other side of the village the road was much better and the vievs splendid. If it hadn’t been for tha rain of course.
Being used to solo riding I was delighted when a friend suggested that we could meet in this village for lunch. When I ride on my own I tend not to stop for food. Those who have followed my blog know all about that of course. But today we had traditional Spanish Sunday lunch and it was awesome. Not as much the food as the company, and I was almost persuaded to buy an BMW. Well, I’ll come along to the shop and we will see what happens.
After lunch it was a cold and rainy return home. Yesterday my bike was newly washed and polished, today the Ducati is dirty again. Everything is temporary, fortunately also the rain.