We got an early start (8:00am) to beat the heat (38ºC/102ºF) and get to the upper altitudes where it was cooler and nice and green.
My three companion riders: Javivi on his BMW 650, Jose Luis on his new Gladius, and Miguel on his V-Strom, so we were an odd mix of bikes. But in the end it's more about brains than bikes and even Miguel had fun taking like easier at a slower pace.
We had our second breakfast in a bar in a town in the mountains past Cuenca. Grilled pork loin and cheese sub sandwiches that were awsome!
Then a bit further on to the source of the Crow River (Río Cuervo), where you park and walk a bit into the forest to find the pools of water and the cascades amid the bright green moss:
|Me on my Balita Roja|
|Javivi and his BMW 650 GS|
|A natural springs for drinking water|
Sure enough, the clouds rolled in and after lunch it started to rain. By the time we got to Alcocer it was pouring and lighting was striking all over. We stopped for refuge under the porch of an old abandoned (and locked) chapel and waited for the storm to pass.
The storm did not really pass; it slowed a moment and we rode off into the rain, which continued until we got near Madrid to say our goodbyes and promise to ride together again soon.
Jose Luis and I rode back to our respective neighborhoods in Madrid and parted ways at the M30 ring road just as the hailstorm hit and soaked me to the bone again. Man that hail hurt as it hit my face!