This morning, before going to work, I took a ride up the road to "el Portell". Last night I felt too stressed to sleep so I took a pill. It really worked and after a good night sleep I woke up relaxed... in fact, a bit too relaxed. I'm not saying I had a hard climb, no, it's just I felt "heavy", unable to spin even on the false flats. Once on the top I turned right into the dirt lane that leads to the road to Tibidabo. I passed two mountainbikers in a fast succession to their eternal shame and temporary surprise. Obviously, being passed by a road machine in a dirt lane was felt like an offence and called for an inmediate reparation (cruel revenge, to say it straight). So they quickly started to chase and outpaced me in one long steep climb full of loose stones (remember I was riding on 28*622). I knew it was going to happen so I made no effort to fight back ... till the lane surface got smoother. I looked for a favourable position at their six and launched a sudden devastating attack. The one on the lead (obviously alerted by his tail radar) made an unexpected right turn into the safety of a steep narrow track but his unaware mate... ho, ho, ho.
Back on the asphalt I climbed uneventfully to Tibidabo and plummetted down to St Cugat.
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