Still in loose gravel mood. Stopped to offer some help to a mountain biker fiddling with a leaking rear tube. My unexpected appearence on a drop-bar-fendered-bike had a persistent jaw-dropping effect. Poor guy...

Climbed to Horta on Monday. Spinned effortlessly (or so I'd wish to think...). Today was in a different, countercultural and more adventurous mood so shifted to true cyclomulestisme. Here are some pics.

week summary

I've not been able to cycle as much as I'd liked this week so I 've had to settle for a climb to Tibidabo (the hard way, what else?) and an outing through muddy country lanes in the rain ( a combo of drizzle and showers). As everybody can appreciate, this time I rode my heavily retrofitted hybrid bike. I'm quite proud of it.

It started raining at the small hours and kept going on relentlessly. Right now the faster guys should be close to the finish. As for the rest... may they have a tailwind and wear good waterproofs.
By the way.... is it a Hetchins? (see the curly stays?) I'd have liked to meet that guy.

I've been taking short spins all week while testing the new cycling shoes (newer than the former new ones). They are a pair of "city walking shoes" that hold an astonishing resemblance to vintage cycling shoes. Right now I'm fully aware that I'm in a good form (physical and mental) but for a vague sensation of relaxation as if I had already gone over the season's pitch point.

Brevet 400

403 km in 22 hours sharp. Not bad. Oh, by the way... I'm not going to this year's BPB (come on, that's not the end, it's just a new beginning)
Note: I'm not that fat, just donned every available piece of clothes.

Training ride to Horta; spinned up easily but felt legs slightly sore. Cleaned drivetrain ( and the rest of the bike) and sorted out equipment.
Right now, everything should be ready for the 400 (but the rider as usual...)