The wind cuts my skin and my lips,
as Autumn transitions to Winter. “I
can’t feel my hands... but I love
it”, sings Rui in a very low shivering tone, which makes it hilarious.
Warming up our hands just became a new mission for everyone
before dropping 1800 metres
descent to Liddes.
When you go for a normal weekend ride, freedom is merely an illusion. You have to get home
on time for something; put the kids in piano lessons; appear at another boring corporate lunch.
Starting from there, your ride is already compromised by the day to day action, scheduling and
planning. Freedom is truly an illusion.
When I set off pedaling behind Phil and Rui I understand what really frees my mind. I don’t really know where I’m going, how much uphill or
downhill I’ll get on my tired legs... I don’t really
care. I just get my head up, breath the thin air
once again at 2500 meters above sea level, and
follow the only trail to the bottom of the valley:
a singletrack. Natural features, huge ridges and
gorgeous landscape makes the riding unique
and worth the uphill struggle. My hands are not
cold anymore but I have loads of moments that
I just can’t handle the bars. My legs are tired. My
eyes are crying due to excess of speed (I don’t
want to be too emotional); but my heart is filled
with joy once again.
his ‘under control’ kind of experience simply increases my passion and desire for adventure; I’m
just looking for freedom in these colossal mountains. At the end, I kind of understand why Steve
comes back every single year to ride in Verbier.
Is it for adventure? Friendship?
Singletracks? Food? Freedom?
You just need to find the right
answer and go for it!