The call for a ride was too strong that Sunday to miss the opportunity - Jura was calling our names.
Four fearless riders met in Tranche-Pied, all flagging the new colors - in blue somebody said it was better - of the Dogs & Cats Patrol.
Fearless were the Missile and the Nascar leading us through the ups, along and finally straight down on some of their favorite trails - AWESOME it was !
Surfing the piled leaves - hiding the nasty rocks - we truly had a blast .
In different styles, Balls cruising nicely and efficiently...Old Jo on the survival mode on the uphill, (4 hours in a Jacuzzi at 40 degrees the night before did not help)
Missile has no flaws - he clims, turns swiftly, races down crazily, and is a perfect guide - apart from the "moustache" !!
Nascar in tow and from time to time ahead of all of us in a quick acceleration. For him, every rock or tree has a name...An over power cornering resulted in an elegant slide....followed by a quick as lighting back on saddle..did he fall ??!!
Thanks for the apéro Nascar by the way, it hit the spot. (no lunch that day)
Balls, all smiles and happiness, repeating a million times, "man that's so nice, we are so lucky to ride today, I love it".
Credit to him his bike was free from rattling/squeaking (I washed my bike...he said)
Finally, Old Jo (an oxymoron) suffering of the noodle legs syndrom, huffing and puffing,
made it to the top. (you made a fourth of the climb..the rest is easy..says Missile, well the last fifth.. stays in memory)
Just in time recovering on the "faux plats" to finally be re-born on the downhill - how nice that was !
Wasn't I victorious in my challenging of Nascar "Grand Prix Miko" sprint ?! ; - ))
All in all, a fantastic day with trusty good friends...wifes were happy to see us again..(short ride we said...only lasted 4 hours - not counting the commute...)