An excellent day's riding was had last weekend.
Barcelona Pat and I found each other easily and began by riding over the Sierra de Montsec (below) between Camarasa and Tremp, then eastwards to cross into the Segre valley via the Coll de Boixols.
After a fuel stop at Coll de Nargo (the pitiful tank of the BMW X-bikes are at fault here
) and a short but very horrible traverse along the hateful C14 road to Andorra we headed east again along another wibbly-wobbly section over the Coll de Jou and on to Sant Laurenç de Morunys and onwards toward Berga.
These sections were idea for my Beemer's lythe build and agile handling (in contrast to its owner's!) but I was bit concerned that Pat would have a hard time of it on his lowridin' Suzuki VL800. I nedn't have worried, however, as he was in my mirror coming out of every bend with an ever widening grin on his boat race!
Tummies were rumbling before we got to Berga, however, and we stopped for lunch at the La Cantina
restaurant right near the head of the River Coll de Jeau valley. The restaurant comes recommended for my taste for quirkiness and Pat's gastronomic expertise - there is a wide range of very traditional Cataln dishes on offer and in retrospect it was a shame neither of us were up to the more substantial treats, each having a lengthy journey home.
Finally we decided not to press on over yet another tortuous pass to Berga itself but headed to Solsona - going back down to St Lorenç and 'discovering' a new road that didn't appear on our maps: in fact even though the road appears on my excellent local on-line
maps it is labelled as 's/n', i.e. without number!
In fact the route heads due south from St Lorenç following the all new Llosa del Cavall
reservoir. The road is sublime - at least on a quiet pre-Easter holiday weekend - as it follows the sinuous valley through virgin territory, but it would be a nightmare of frustration in the summer and in the week as there's no overtaking in for about 15 kms and a blanket 50
. I lost sight of Pat as he lagged behind drinking in the scenery while his bike
g-a-lugged along in that long legged, Vee-twin way of it. I recent had a sit upon low slung Harely Sportster - and found it a thoroughly horrid experence, no offence intended
- but by the end of the day I was envious of Pat's mount, especially his non-numb bum
Solsona was a surprise - a textile town with some splendid modernist architecture merging with the medieval centre. After a final cup of coffe we went our seperate ways, Pat home to Barcelona via the Montserrat and me back to the Pyrenees heading westwards directly into the setting sun
So here's to next time - the big cross-border trip
- with cocozz
in the line perhaps?