Day Ninety Seven: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

It was hot. I know, for I was slow cooking under a bright blue sky but the girl standing at the top of the dirt track was under-dressed even by Spanish standards. Was it some sort of heat induced hallucination? She had long legs that extended almost up to her armpits. Was that her arse hanging out of that dress? It would appear that upon waking this morning she had decided to do away with underwear and at the same time had picked up a dress designed to fit someone about a foot shorter than she was.

She watched as I struggled up the climb. The sand was as fine as powder, and was coloured an earthy orange, a bit like the heavy foundation that she wore on her face. Ahead of me was a long chain that lay across the road. She was holding a loop of it in her left hand. I wondered if she’d drop the chain to lower it so that I could get past.

‘Focus, Focus’ I thought as my front wheel began to wander. I was struggling to get across several ruts that cut across the trail. I did not want to have to get off and walk.  She bent down and lowered the loop of chain that was in her hand. The ‘working’ girl, (I’d figured that much out by now) was now directly above me on the trail and was crouching down with complete disregard for her lack of underwear, as I battled the terrain.

She was looking at me as if I were mad. Now, I am happy to admit that to some, cycling in the heat of the day may seem unusual but I am not mad. I mean its not like I wake up in the morning convinced that I am carrot or anything. So there I was cycling up the track thinking that she looked out of place and she there she was thinking I was out of place. Weird.

I have no idea who she thought she would solicit on a mountain bike trail but it gave me food for thought as I carried on up the climb. As I passed her she said something to me that sounded like ‘do you want a girl’? I laughed but my Spanish failed me.

As I reached the top of the ascent, the trail swung right. I looked back down the hill and she was still standing there, looking up at me. She smiled, one hand on her hip, the sunlight reflecting off her bright red high heeled shoes.

Tomorrow I shall attempt another route, hopefully I shall avoid the trailside ‘entertainment’ girls. If not, I’ll try to grab a photo 😉

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