I best say nothingOf course this is irrelevant if the laws of physics don't apply to you.
If you didn’t get the reference, MY photo was IN Salinas 😁Explaining the Spyder link to ´the road to Salinas´
a bit later he died in the accident on his way to the races at Salinas airport.
The local airport mine is photographed at is on the road to Salinas hence the apt, imo cool, quotation.
Asheville? I think I have this same shot with extended exposure at night. I know that spot well. An Ex almost drove me off the side of the hill there. I bet the skid marks are still right in the middle of the pull off grass.
If you didn’t get the reference, MY photo was IN Salinas 😁
At my Aunt’s ranch on the Old Stage Road, the stagecoach route from San Francisco to Los Angeles.
My photo was actually taken at the Liberty Mountain Snowflex Centre on top of the hill overlooking the city of Lynchburg. I only had my phone camera with me so the picture could have been better though. The Ex sounds brutal, definitely can understand why an Ex nowAsheville? I think I have this same shot with extended exposure at night. I know that spot well. An Ex almost drove me off the side of the hill there. I bet the skid marks are still right in the middle of the pull off grass.
I’ve only been to Spain once but it was great. We stopped in Barcelona, Obidos, Gihon, Toledo and Madrid. We don’t have anything as old as those Neanderthal paintings over here, but still some cool history around from before Spanish settlement even. Funnily enough my gf is from Toledo OH. I think Toledo ES is much more charming.One of my photos has the actual sált of the salinas in it btw.
Every other year or so I collect a few kilos. It is absolutely thé best to do salt crust dorado.
Also in small cute bottles it makes endearing/seductive personal presents for a ladyfriend. Quite a contrast to a box of sweets/chocolates from the gas station
And stagecoaches oh án; I live in a village which was a bandolero stronghold to as recently as 50 years ago.
I have been up in the mountains in the view with an archeologist friend several times. We looked for and found bandolero ´nest´. From where they could live for months to spotters hide outs. Two of which could see the stagecoach from Málaga to Granado come up the southern slopes well in advance.
And speaking of óld road, the track in front of the mesquita runs from the Fuente de Piedra sals lake to Ronda and most likely originates from the 1st milennia BC.
Which over here is not all thát old even. Two caves withn easy cycling distance were inhabited by Neanderthal man, the one closests even by Heidelberg man.
Because it is not of AngloSaxon interest, it is not much known but the peninsula, especially the south here, has jaw dropping history. I cannot even stárt to give you a trace of an idea.
One relatively very recent thing just half a day on the bicycle is the town where Queen Isabel while camping there during her military campaign against the Califate of Granada gave sponsorship to the bloke who sailed west and encountered the americas.
Can´t go there now because of the lock down, but one ab-so-lu-te-ly Spyder-heaven route goes over the pass called ´Suspiro del Moro´ where Boabdil is supposed to have looked back to his beloved Granada. The legend says his mom commented ´don´t cry like a woman over what you could not defend like a man.´
The photo below is close to it:
Have lóts of those. That´s what you get sharing your life, despite Covid19 restrictions , with three lady friends.haha i really like this one - it has attitude.