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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by ata, Apr 17, 2012.
you're right, this person is not ATA.
Ata, where is the Power Flower?
this is supposed to be a very serious thread
OK, this one´s for you, alikates
there is sunny weather as well
and that shouldn´t be missed
playing all around with shades
having a break
but fucking water always appears suddenly
sticky as hell
ok, we need another break
back to the south again, day one
looking for those wonderful fields of wheat as yellow as summer sun
but riding at noon can be a risky sport, it's hot and the humidity is minimal, you need to stop often to hydrate your tired body
to stop as often makes you discover hidden and curious nooks, sad memories of past times not so long ago
hey, what´s your doing, MOFO?
and some coincidences begin
right in the middle of nowhere
some farmers forget where the trail is
hey, dude, where the fuck are we?
step by step found the trail again
fields are full of poppies as well
back on the track again,
seems that heat will give us a break because it blows some wind
at Burgos we turn the course toward the south looking for a wild and sparsely inhabited area, SIERRA DE LA DEMANDA, with peaks above 2200 mtrs
more to come..............
Beautiful, thanks for sharing!
Antonio Machado was a very important spanish poet and he said once:
Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road--
Only wakes upon the sea.
from "Proverbios y cantares" in Campos de Castilla. 1912
and there we were, in Castilla fields with nothing clear, no idea where to go............
when we meet a pair of GS trying to survive among single track forest, looking closer i realize that both were well known dudes from Barcelona, casuality? or an enemy action?
that bike was an GS once, now i really don´t know what it is
got together for a few beers, the heat was almost annoying, and spent some time telling lies and stories of our travels, and blah, blah blah, you know
but it was ​​quite late, the sun was about to hide behind the mountains, so we hurry to find a place to sleep
we could see a full of stars sky that night, no cold, no wind, no noise
what else could you ask?
perhaps not snoring?
Sunday morning was just like saturday´s, perfect weather all arund there...
and we got to La Demanda
amazing place to ride, but most of it is Natural Park, so riding is forbidden
down there, La Rioja, maybe the best wines in the world
for them, the caresses of rain
obstinate body smiles for her
What to do when you try.
but can not be.
and wanting win us the game.
only desires that only today can understand
where the hell the sun has gone this August?
finally the sun is shining
take this opportunity to go further
and this is to blame for what I show to you
when I go farther than usual, always cross many peaceful villages, those that invite you to take a quiet coffee speaking with the locals about.......... who cares
that kind of villages where people always leaves the keys on
those towns who always have many options to go for bikes like mine
many creeks to cross
many mountais to climb
but never too dry
there are also many forgotten roads to cross where you can find strange things...........
i mean really strange things
and up to the hills again and again
pine trees and eucaliptus intensive farming
that makes the very steep single tracks really funny
but not always
these forests are crossed by ancient railways carrying iron ore to the coast and then take them by boat to England
grey clouds are here again, tonight´s gonna rain again
some close ups
and back to the forest coming back home
camera of this cell phone is really amazing
thxs for reading
seems that the sun is gonna stay a couples of days more
at Jurassic Park
same as it never was
UP.......................is it trial?
skid plate did it WELL
behind one corner I saw this crazy men
looking forward sea breeze the whole morning, desperately.......................I finally got it
friday hard night after.....
watching this shit
that means a hard day night, too many hours drinking with mates, chicks and.......... don´t remember
saturday, that day really happened?
but sunday things went better
but not very
took some pics and went back home, that was not my day
headache was my partner all day long as well
but i needed to sweat alcohol
yesterday´s ride was easier
saturday just went to the circus with my two girls
yes, that two
weather still on a rain break, so decided to do a longer ride
starting always trough pines
to that heights where there are no trees all around
steep is hard on these mountains
and of course, greetings to everyone
Bilbao, down there
double rocky track way up
and got to some civil war souvenirs
just a view to the big south
same as north one
i found a bobsleigh hill, not now that is dry, this clay becames fucking ice when wet
time to have a rest
turning back on my feet decided to try this funny way
and yes, this bike can do it, better dry than wet, of course,I'm not as good pilot as you think, sure
but i did it
even the bugs are interested on this bike?
Wow! Some beautiful countryside! Great pics!
rain has come again......... to stay for some months
steep never looks what it is
new cell crapy pics, but scenary always inspire new adventures
on every single corner
new power parts all around
and many many false steps
and rolling stones
this is called the rollercoaster
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jumping like a kangaroo
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among the jungle
so............. new knobbies are needed............ from now to July
no more words
just a bunch of pics showing what you can find all around here
this is the north coast, countryside and beaches.............
cathedral close to the sea....... and the lighthouse
if you get to Bilbao by train, this is what you´ll see
again on the tracks
trying so hard to reach Valladolid, 450 kms far from home in a fucking hard rain week.... and cold as well
forecast wasn´t good enough and logic was telling us that wasn´t a good idea but....... who said fear?
sky was sad
and getting wet everything all around us, any mile was a suffering enjoyment
we had the last coffee in Burgos, from here civilization ended and lonely adventure begun
landscapes of flat lands on a 360º view
didn´t take many pics because it was raining too much to take out the cells from the pockets, you know
and the tracks were too slippery to stop there where you want
but cold weather was fought with all available weapons
also known as this land´s blood
and it worked
trip was running slower than we thought because of these hard conditions, we had to stop too many times
and some fuel pump pixies
anything new in a 60k miles big katoom
all the rivers we saw were as this one, out of range
same bridge, of course
and we noticed so many water everywhere
luckily, reaching to Valladolid, the ground becomes sandy, pine trees all around what means drier and easier
that's another story to be told at another time
back at home......... still raining......... looks like mud is what the world is made of
specially there where steep turns flat and a fucking logging forestry trucks finds a way to destroy
don´t know what we were thinking about... but decided to try
we bet .....
and we lost that bet
who said it was easier for a 250 2t?
fortunately we could move forward, with a great effort, but we did it.....................
stunning places to stay
and see that there are some kind of people able to leave shit everywhere they are
first sunny day in two weeks........
but chilly, anyway everything seems to be as wet as last sunday
but at least riding the bike is more comfortable, forget rain suit, waterproof gloves, wet feet
good vibrations made us follow single track ways that didn´t give us a rest in a couple of hours
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and this is what happens when you ride too close to a 2 stroke fucking bitch that didn´t want to cross some mud ponds
and you can´t do anything while having spits out loads of mud in your face
ok, forgive you ..... but not forgotten
What an amazing adventure and such thorough documentation.
Those shots of the drowned town are amazing.
When I lived in Spain friends took me to their ancestral home in Pedrosa.
I will never forget the ride over the bridge and looking down and seeing the village of Riano underwater.
? Que pasado bien no es sueno ?
? Quien tuvo dichas heroicas
que entre si no diga, quando
las revuelve en su memoria.
Sin duda que fue sonado
cuanto vi ? Pues si esto toca mi desangano, si se
que es el gusto llama hermosa,
que la convierte en cenizas
cualquiera viento que sopla,
acudamos a lo eterno,
que es la fama vivadora
donde ni duermen las dichas,
ni las grandezas reposan.
- El Gran Calderon
Suerte, Ata y Viva Riano