Conde Pyruslav
Dirt Disciple
Hi all,
I don't know if this story has been shown here before, so my apologies if it has. I think this is a top story and it involves a "classic" bike. It is not a real mountain bike, but I am sure the guy could join the world cup and also perform.
It all starts when a group of friends, semi-pro riders with uber-expensive road bikes, custom-made for them, perfectly dressed and equipped, goes on a morning ride through the hills of the Basque Country, Northern Spain. They climb the first hill and soon arrive to the city of Vitoria, from where they will climb the Zaldiaran peak.
The road out of Vitoria is flat, and suddenly out of nothing a guy joins the group, not really well dressed and with not exactly a high-end bicycle.
They start to climb, and the guy keeps the pace and stays with the group. From first kilometer they increase the rhythm... and the guy follows.
From half of the climb the riders were going really fast, even leaving behind some members of the group, but the guy... was still there.
The rider that is telling the story says he was doing 170 beats per minute, but the guy... was still there.
Reaching the top of the mountain, the guy was still there and they were unable to leave him behind, which is a big merit to this ghost rider since he was dressed with a fluo plastic rain coat, a pair of cheap jogging trousers, and Decathlon trainer shoes, and was riding...
A FREAKING NORMAL 30 YEARS OLD CITY BICYCLE with small wheels, an old back-pack hanging at the front and something carried at the back.
He confesses he is 54 years old, he usually joins the groups riding that area and it is only the fifth time he climbs that mountain... on that morning! He admits he usually attacks the groups he joins...
Now, is this a retrobiker or not?
Definitely, my hero.
As seen here
I don't know if this story has been shown here before, so my apologies if it has. I think this is a top story and it involves a "classic" bike. It is not a real mountain bike, but I am sure the guy could join the world cup and also perform.
It all starts when a group of friends, semi-pro riders with uber-expensive road bikes, custom-made for them, perfectly dressed and equipped, goes on a morning ride through the hills of the Basque Country, Northern Spain. They climb the first hill and soon arrive to the city of Vitoria, from where they will climb the Zaldiaran peak.
The road out of Vitoria is flat, and suddenly out of nothing a guy joins the group, not really well dressed and with not exactly a high-end bicycle.
They start to climb, and the guy keeps the pace and stays with the group. From first kilometer they increase the rhythm... and the guy follows.
From half of the climb the riders were going really fast, even leaving behind some members of the group, but the guy... was still there.
The rider that is telling the story says he was doing 170 beats per minute, but the guy... was still there.
Reaching the top of the mountain, the guy was still there and they were unable to leave him behind, which is a big merit to this ghost rider since he was dressed with a fluo plastic rain coat, a pair of cheap jogging trousers, and Decathlon trainer shoes, and was riding...
A FREAKING NORMAL 30 YEARS OLD CITY BICYCLE with small wheels, an old back-pack hanging at the front and something carried at the back.
He confesses he is 54 years old, he usually joins the groups riding that area and it is only the fifth time he climbs that mountain... on that morning! He admits he usually attacks the groups he joins...
Now, is this a retrobiker or not?
Definitely, my hero.
As seen here
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