So the idea came up not to wait too long and to meet up in some middle ground for a weekend, which turned out to be the ancient medieval walled town and castle of Alarcón, off the N-III highway between Madrid and Valencia.
Javi got a bad cold and backed out at the last minute, so Flexit and I rode our old BMWs on Friday afternoon, leaving the A3 motorway at the town of Honrubia, which happens to be his last name.
We rode into Alarcón, in the late afternoon, the perfect time to see it glow in the sun. Amazing place!
Everyone rode the bike they felt like riding to Alarcón. Only Bruno decided to ride his Royal Enfield!
Mostly though we ate. Several times a day, as much as we could. These guys have an appetite to rival mine!
I've borrowed a bunch of Jesús Luque's photos (below). I hope he doesn't mind!