I met these guys through their other brother who is a friend of a friend of D's cousin Pablo in BA. Bottom line, probably the best group of brothers to know in Tucuman. After lunch we each grab a bike from their numerous collection and hit the roads. Within 5 minutes are tires are filled and we're on the trails. Talk about bad ass! These trails were like what I rode in Aspen many summers ago. Uphill, downhill, totally surrounded by forest. And, the best part, every now and then we rode by the people from the campos who live pretty much off the land. After pumping uphill for nearly an hour we stop at a massive sugar cane field and have a snack. You pick it, break it, peel it and chew it like gum.
We trek on and these guys know each and every trail like it's their backyard; lucky them, it nearly is their backyard! After a few hours of uphill and downhill we hit the final ascent followed by the final descent. Exhausted and looking over the steepest singletrack I've ever ridden, I know I shouldn't do it. I did it. One quick fall, walk a bit, then mounted again. This time, I start moving, the bros are down below watching as I eat shit and tumble over myself while the bike is rapidly chasing after me. After a few seconds I come to a halt and can now count nearly 10 wounds on my body with one bad one on my shoulder. Tons of fun and I'll do it again. Before we leave Tucuman were peaking the mountain nearby on foot with the same brothers...more stories I'm sure.
Me, Julian and Sugar Cane
Me, Julian and Nicolas
Nicolas and Julian
The Shoulder!
