Fanta was a brilliant bike and I was able to keep up with the Lycra crew day after day. With a single speed, the choice when it comes to climbing hills is to push hard or walk. I'm sure the young Spanish guys had a private chuckle at first but on day 4, one of them came over to shake my hand.
It was pretty hard to let her go but I had finally caught up and the hills of Galicea were looming. I left her in a tiny village church with a note to the priest suggesting it be provided to someone who could not afford a bike. Not difficult to find in rural Spain.
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