Embarking 8.45 from Tutto Bello
Graero & Graveleur's galore.
As temperatures decrease, trees shed their leaves. short sleeved jersey turns to winterwear. Hours in the big peloton going north of Tikøb turns to 3 hours with icy beards and dedicated friends.
As one guys heroically noticed last winter:
"Even though the wind was howling in our faces, there was still something magical about riding with close friends for 25 kilometres west of Roskilde. The moral was challenged, but this was definitely what we had been searching for. It wouldn’t last the day though…"
Det er bare gas!