Domextique

Text from a friend.. ."So, ridden the Semnoz and the Forclas, Annecy. You ridden here? Where next then?"

Swear at the phone, get map out, trace roads with finger, each bend a memory back to glorious days being battered by sun and climbs in equal measure, txt back the nastiest cols I can remember in the area...

"These are nice...."