The reason I have been able to produce mid-ride pictures of these guys is that the wind has relented, a smidge, in the last 48 hours. Tuesday was ridonkulous; Wednesday was magnificent. But my mid-ride photography skills are seriously under-developed; I'm as likely to get concrete as a person. For every 5 of these:
I get one of these:
|Goeran, Paul, Stefan, and Stefan's quads|
Today we went a-hunting for coffee on an aptly named coffee ride. We went up some hills...
|Canarian traffic jam|
|[that's looking down]|
...found some members of the opposite sex....we had been wondering where they were...
....and rode as a tight-knit group.
|I love Bernd's jersey: a place for everything, everything in it's place...unless you are left-handed|
Success! Behold caffeine!
|When in Spain, order a CORTADO|
Caution: Cyclist At Work...
|Christoph with Bernd far right|
We practice safe coffee drinking here at camp...
|Frank as Markus looks on|
Lock up your bikes, as well as your daughters. My Guys are coming to town.
Meet The Whip Cracker (bald pate)...