Cooked, fried and goosed.
The happy group left sharp at 9:15 for Es Capdella and the rise up the Col De Torts in the Serra de Tramuntana.This mountain range runs south west to north east, forms the backbone of sunny Mallorca and is a Unesco World Heritage site.
The elite group were fast on our heels as we descended into Esporalles, with Dermot and Kevin leading the hungry pack. Quickish coffees and lots of water taken on board before the pull up towards the Corniche coastline. The Corniche, or road on the edge, is aptly named. We tried to concentrate on the hairpin bends, and on the pulls got to gaze at the magnificent cliffs and coastline. The scent from the forests of pine and their shade made this a spectacular ride. Albert kept everyone safe at road junctions, while Declan and Pat led the way. Through Banyalbufar, (founded by the sea), a picture postcard village, pop.627, perched on the side of precipitous cliffs and then on to Estellencs, pop.328. The road out of Estellencs rises for about 5kms until we reach the most welcome sight of the day, the restaurant for our the lunch stop!
The Elite squad on the Corniche.
Does it get any better? Richard, Ian, Tracey and Sheila at the lunch stop.
Fed and watered the phalanx of riders splits into four groups. Richard, Sheila, Con, Dermot,Ian and Ben head up the long pull to the top of the Corniche road, followed by Declan, Geraldine, Michael, John B, Kathryn,Tracey, Pat and Mike. At the summit we meet the late arrivals Brendan and Liam. Some riders were so enchanted with the cliff road that they retraced their route home to Palmanova.
Lar, Billy and Paul decide on an extended lunch break before taking a route touristico home. No one is quite sure what that actually involved, though it did have several coffee stops?
A long sweeping descent led by Michael C, who probably thought he was on his much more powerful BMW motor, into Andratx and then the pull up the col to Es Capdella where Kathryn and John B led the charge. The rush home on a well paved road, brought us to the Julian Lennon highway and a more tranquil route to Palmanova. How lucky are we?
Recovery drinks allowed for a full debriefing and recounting of the exploits of the day. A hot day in the saddle! So the ideal follow up was a plunge in the warm waters of the mediterranean. Today, as John B emerged from the ocean waves, he looked the image of Sean Connery in ‘Live and let Die’, probably a better look for him than the Ursula Andress reference?