Ups, just noticed that this is the 1.000th post on this blog, so I better write something good.
Juliane, David and me travelled in late March to the island of Mallorca where we hold the traditional PEE spring training camp (since 2011). It is impossible to recount all the things we did there, but basically we slept, drank, ate and rode our bikes. Mainly the last one. We also hat a lot of good food. Within one week we rode 750 km and more than 10.000 elevation meters. We left the island one day before pure exhaustion would have prevented us to travel at all.
I had a lot of prejudices about Mallorca before arriving. In particular I thought that this is a part of Germany, where the elderly and the drunk terrorize the Aborigines. Wrong. This is a wonderful island with mountains, ocean, sun (MOS), perfect roads and friendly people. There were hundreds of cyclists out on the roads, mostly Germans, but also some Austrians, Swiss and Norwegians.
|David with 5 litre water bottle.|
|Rest day (accidentally). On the beach.|
|Coastline at cape formenta or so.|
Most importantly, after Mallorca we felt much more confident about tackling the Transalp in summer.
|Picnic somewhere in the mountains,. Please note the red shotgun cartridge.|
|Juliane in good mood with 1 litre water bottle.|
|Last ride for my Cervelo. Frame is broken. The perfect spot for bicycle suicide.|
|Eduourd Manet: Le dejeneuer sur l’herbe. Or perhaps BowWowWow.|
|David, too fast for the rest of us.
Close to the Col des Reines, 682m. The road down to the sea on teh otehr side is spectacular.
Deia. Before lunch.
Mountain roads on Mallorca.
Riding down to the sea. David.
|Mob racing with David, a close second.|