Good, this week we've been holy for land Murcia DIIT enjoying these relaxing. With a time that promised rain but in the end only stayed on forecasts and let us get away with weak all day stay there.
Friday stayed with my wife's uncle, who passed sa mountain biking and he is fucking a taste of this for the skinny.
We have also stayed with my good friend Jose David, AC Marriot.
Alama we address, because we left early and we turn around to wait for the staff, we take the coffee break Librilla and with Jose David, Dionne, Eloy Teruel, Matias (CICLOMASTER) and several fan Max's Cafe and Caja Rural. Leaving
address Gebas, and the cute little rise tense of the Caja Rural, leaving us in a few crackpots grupete.
A crowning point, because the speed is very high, Eloy rhea a smooth wheel sprint and Jose David, I try to take her wake but is complicated and I'm in no man's land, crowned with the Caja Rural and Cafe Max and Matias friend is like a shot, while the rest sit ta eh.
On Saturday, we again left with the grupete, this time with "ballooners de Elite", one of the largest in Murcia, I can vouch for this, for about 70-80 cyclists get together for meet the assumptions 150 kms.
Shortly after leaving, I called Jose David, onde we, "I thought they were coming in grupete, is so great that I, as aki come." He had fun with the kids and it's up to ask a number cojernos pa. When do we herded lod 2 one of those that brings you the heart the mouth, is hot and not notice it but me, well, a ball to uff.
header and reached a small group out there, grupete bigwigs tell us that piano, it was only to hook, and this (plus I could not anymore, I weighed the beer belly the night before jajaj)
The sky is getting ugly, the finite water and air brings high Collado Bermejo, which we are going, this obscured by clouds something more black than usual. In the next picture I left the image of the grupete, the head is turning left at home-mustard yellow background, appeared a race, that if you go out in groups.
When we Priego, threatening rain and little desire to get wet we can and will make key personnel, we turn pulling the hand brake, notice that we were leaving. We
towards Alama, Jose David, Thomas and I tito the port of Priego.
We finished today's stage with a little over 100 kms, not the 150 expected but not bad. How? Jose David? That behind your house there a bar that puts a very pulpit good and a nice cold beer mu? Jajjaja street street, let pa now. Alli
we take a little bit of chat and laughter, and try to close the inauguration future "official" store, be if the great master "balaverde" finds a hole and we do.
Sunday, I go only as Mindolo. For one thing and another I've been careless and taking direction of Murcia in case I find the path grupete begins today. As I do not find either the acetate, I turned and walked exo, Sewer, Librilla, Alama, I go very easy, it smells fishy in Totana decided to turn around because I like a shot, took a strong wind in the ass jajajaj blows me the fuck what I expected when I return. After
kms of struggle in the wind tunnel I get home and I think I'll rest tomorrow, Monday, if so and so I thought I did.
Nice and pleasant days, with the skinny and the body gueno of Murcia. Sunday 1
opens the range of careers in Andalucia, and we will Carcabuey, to 7 laps on a circuit of 12 km paved over the town of 200 m to 16%;
TO CONTINUE THE PARTY! !!!!!!!
Friday stayed with my wife's uncle, who passed sa mountain biking and he is fucking a taste of this for the skinny.
We have also stayed with my good friend Jose David, AC Marriot.
Alama we address, because we left early and we turn around to wait for the staff, we take the coffee break Librilla and with Jose David, Dionne, Eloy Teruel, Matias (CICLOMASTER) and several fan Max's Cafe and Caja Rural. Leaving address Gebas, and the cute little rise tense of the Caja Rural, leaving us in a few crackpots grupete.
A crowning point, because the speed is very high, Eloy rhea a smooth wheel sprint and Jose David, I try to take her wake but is complicated and I'm in no man's land, crowned with the Caja Rural and Cafe Max and Matias friend is like a shot, while the rest sit ta eh.
On Saturday, we again left with the grupete, this time with "ballooners de Elite", one of the largest in Murcia, I can vouch for this, for about 70-80 cyclists get together for meet the assumptions 150 kms.
Shortly after leaving, I called Jose David, onde we, "I thought they were coming in grupete, is so great that I, as aki come." He had fun with the kids and it's up to ask a number cojernos pa. When do we herded lod 2 one of those that brings you the heart the mouth, is hot and not notice it but me, well, a ball to uff. 
header and reached a small group out there, grupete bigwigs tell us that piano, it was only to hook, and this (plus I could not anymore, I weighed the beer belly the night before jajaj) The sky is getting ugly, the finite water and air brings high Collado Bermejo, which we are going, this obscured by clouds something more black than usual. In the next picture I left the image of the grupete, the head is turning left at home-mustard yellow background, appeared a race, that if you go out in groups.
When we Priego, threatening rain and little desire to get wet we can and will make key personnel, we turn pulling the hand brake, notice that we were leaving. We
towards Alama, Jose David, Thomas and I tito the port of Priego.
We finished today's stage with a little over 100 kms, not the 150 expected but not bad. How? Jose David? That behind your house there a bar that puts a very pulpit good and a nice cold beer mu? Jajjaja street street, let pa now. Alli 
we take a little bit of chat and laughter, and try to close the inauguration future "official" store, be if the great master "balaverde" finds a hole and we do. 
Sunday, I go only as Mindolo. For one thing and another I've been careless and taking direction of Murcia in case I find the path grupete begins today. As I do not find either the acetate, I turned and walked exo, Sewer, Librilla, Alama, I go very easy, it smells fishy in Totana decided to turn around because I like a shot, took a strong wind in the ass jajajaj blows me the fuck what I expected when I return. After kms of struggle in the wind tunnel I get home and I think I'll rest tomorrow, Monday, if so and so I thought I did.
Nice and pleasant days, with the skinny and the body gueno of Murcia. Sunday 1
opens the range of careers in Andalucia, and we will Carcabuey, to 7 laps on a circuit of 12 km paved over the town of 200 m to 16%;
TO CONTINUE THE PARTY! !!!!!!!
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