Gimme a Brake
Can’t say as I had a particularly great nights sleep. Comfortable enough & got off alright, but woke at 2am with raging indigestion, which took an hour or more to settle. A combination of eating late, rich food & booze. Sleep was then pretty fitful through to around 7.30. I think the others had similarly disturbed night, but for quite different reasons. In Kev & Neil’s case, something to do with sliding off their camping mats due to the sloping pitch 🙄
The subsequent ride out of the park & along the sawtooth profiled coastal road was fab. Great views into several bays along the way with the Picos mountains as a backdrop.
We skirted the coast to Llanes, where we stopped for a bit of lunch. It appeared to be a pleasant if unremarkable little town, but welcoming nonetheless.
We set off off after lunch & immediately lost Kev. He’d got on his bike & started with us, but we’d ridden half a mile or so when his absence became apparent. We waited a disproportionate amount of time before he appeared complaining of a ‘funny noise’. It transpired that his pre trip bike servicing had actually consisted of washing the thing & blowing its tyres up (I thought he’d been joking) and that his rear brake pads were now attempting a break for freedom - technical term - knackered!
Fortunately, for him, there was a bike shop locally that stocked the correct pads. Neil played mechanic, whilst Kev looked on in bewilderment 😂
Usual form followed: A discussion over a beer about tomorrow’s ride, before walking into the village to find food. Not a bad day really.
It was an overcast morning as we packed our gear away &’onto the bikes before heading west through Comillas and into the Olyambre nature reserve for breakfast on the beach. A simple affair served in a simple restaurant.
The subsequent ride out of the park & along the sawtooth profiled coastal road was fab. Great views into several bays along the way with the Picos mountains as a backdrop.
We skirted the coast to Llanes, where we stopped for a bit of lunch. It appeared to be a pleasant if unremarkable little town, but welcoming nonetheless.
We set off off after lunch & immediately lost Kev. He’d got on his bike & started with us, but we’d ridden half a mile or so when his absence became apparent. We waited a disproportionate amount of time before he appeared complaining of a ‘funny noise’. It transpired that his pre trip bike servicing had actually consisted of washing the thing & blowing its tyres up (I thought he’d been joking) and that his rear brake pads were now attempting a break for freedom - technical term - knackered!
Fortunately, for him, there was a bike shop locally that stocked the correct pads. Neil played mechanic, whilst Kev looked on in bewilderment 😂
Half an hour later we were on our way again along the coast to Posada de Llanes before turning south and negotiating the long, but steady climb through Mere to La Robellada. Our first proper climb. We then headed west again to the campsite at Soto de Cangas. We rolled in at about 5pm & got set up pretty quickly. It wasn’t busy!
Usual form followed: A discussion over a beer about tomorrow’s ride, before walking into the village to find food. Not a bad day really.
Can't believe nobody has fallen off yet
ReplyDeletelooks great - wish I was there.
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