After a few days without internet, I'll finally by the battles.
Saturday a good day we left cebreros. From the beginning, rising to the Green Cross was very strong where Tabu got a good rhythm. A pace we Arrebatacapas skirts. Each rose as he could. I took the wheel well .... Victor Herrera of the Mythic and gradually reached the top. Nothing else
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we depart to the right of the road, I turn around because a car came and I point to see us and without thinking twice, a child ..... because it has another name goes and gets closer to us than to my fellow Tubi hits you in the elbow and his back end of mirrors. Do not think that the uncle, father, be an example for their children which was in the car, stop to apologize or see if it was okay.
gives the impression that it was the sort of person who thinks that bother cyclists on the road but the only ones upset are they with that thought.
Well change the subject. There was still a long stretch till the Gorge where you go really bad, was empty.
At Navas ...... pa buns all. We ended up with the pastry.
Cachaíto, Borjita, Youth, Khalistan, Herrera, Nico the Beast Nico I think that removing the rest of us got 3 rolls for the body and Herrera and I jellybeans lol.
now there was the rise to Paradilla was done very rapidly.
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