We are in the mountains.
Dark in the shade, the lushness of them proclaims itself through the dripping rocks and the moss and the things that are alive in them, the ferns and the well-behaved vines. Men try their luck on the climb in Euskaltel kits and bikes from ten years ago that still look fast. But on this hill, on these Asturian slopes, even the be…
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