So weasel shows up in Cheserex expecting to find Missile there.
A phone call (or 3) later, and Weasel is on his way to Borex.
Having read his SMS from the previous night, he is aware of course,
that we need to take hi car as mine was 'confisctaed' by my better half.
Having loaded Missile's bike into the Jazz, Missile proceeds to disassemble Weasels disc from the wheel that is jammed against his stomach and the windshield.
At which point Weasel notices and says...please put that disc back on my wheel, I already swapped it over...
With hamsters at full power, racing now for the train from Bex to Villars, we hit Nameless' (F***ing) road works and our plans to leave from Bex are foiled.
We drive to Villars. All under the threat of the hamsters running out of 'hamster fuel'. We make it and proceed to unload our bikes in Villars.
Surprisingly, no more incidents occur until we set off from Bretaye. Well, that is after catching the go pro on the train door 'a couple of times'.
Mysteriously, Missile derailleur needs adjustment....hmphg...no success there...but it'll do.
Missile then proceeds to put some distance between Weasel and his bike...
But I digress....I forgot to say that Weasel is wearing a colour coordinated biking outfit. He could belong to a team. Things match and he is sporting one of his national colors.... ORANGE!!!
....back to biking. Weasel expertly negotiated covering his legs in cow shit. Niiice!!!
Go Pro ON: windy gully time and here we go.....wheeeeeeOOOHAH!!
No casse, no falls, just a little gnarly now and then.
Somehow Missile loses Weasel in the woods near Diablerets. We meet in Denner and buy bread and (of course) saucisson!!
Diablerets shows us its finest telecabine dating from the 50's, we jam ourselves in and hope the man at the top will let us out. He does.
Off up to Col des Anderets...down to Arnensee.
Zip, zap, left right, hip, slip, turn, berm, push, pull, lift etc...
MONSTER OTB by Missile.!!!! 10 points for scaring a lady who observed the whole thing. No casse, just a blocked pedal and a cramp in the mollet from a knock. ALL FILMED TOO!!
After that, bread, saucisson, siesta (Weasel had 3 hours sleep the night before) but Missile enjoyed investigating the insides of his eyelids too.
The sun disappears briefly...and re-appears. We get spat on by the clouds on the Berne side of things. GSTEIG beckons and we rush up from there to Col Du Pillon. Well, not so much rush as 'stagger'. High heat, humidity is not a Missile's best friend. Many litres of sweat later and a lost pair of gloves we get to the top.
Oh....we also said F*** YOU to the 'no biking or you will get a 2000 CHF fine' sign at the bottom of the climb at Reusch. Really! Up yours M***A-F***A.
Boom bada boom bada bim. Hey ho...Diablerets here we are.
We couldn't leave the 50's scene alone, so up again we want to Isenau and enjoyed a nice steeeep descent to Diablerets under Weasels guidance. Missile would have been quietly sipping a beer, but was convinced another descent was good for him!! YAY.
The good ole 17:03 car postal from took us to Col de La Croix. Weasels beer was bothering him....no stamina these yung-uns. Arrival at Bretaye caused us to think about perhaps a quicker descent than planned as the clouds were closing in.
Steps galore followed by steepy rooty gnarly stuff coupled with a 'watch out for my protése' from a couple of oldies (we didn't alram them they just wanted to share the fact that we/they needed to be careful)...!!...and we were back at the car.
2 seconds later the heavens exploded and we just manged to fill the car with bikes and ourselves before getting truly soaked. Whew.
Where are the keys?
Where are the FUCKING keys ?
Out of car, rain dance, everything out of the car.
Plop. Keys fall out of the 'shaken not stirred' bâche.,...
Everything back in.
Time to find more hamster power. Glug glug....hamsters satisfied.
Then enough water to drown all the hamsters that ever existed fell on us between Bex and Vevey!!! The hamster mobile did not leak though.
Fun day in the pre-alpes: Points: 1 each, mechanicals for Missile and an OTB too...
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