Blimey, pooped.
125 k. That’s all.
Span down the highway towards Motril and turned off
just before I fell into the sea.
38 minutes later was at the top of the first climb.
A super quick descent got me to the t junction at
the bottom just 4 minutes later. Wow.
So then to business. The climb up to 1200m doesn’t
half go on a bit – one hour thirty nine minutes in
fact. Sod Crag Vale, this is the new test when you’re
next down this way.
The descent off the other side wasn’t as descendy as
would’ve liked. Though the last bit down to the
motorway was long and swoopy.
Caught up with a Spanish chap from Pinos after much
effort after Durcal. He was riding a lovely gold
Orbea – that’s about as far as it went as neither
of us spoke each others language. I must try harder.
Got taken back to Si & Em’s for tea which was nice
and saved me from cooking.
Will see if my thumb is useable tomorrow before
helping out with the Irish downhillers on Sunday.
Fingers crossed.