The meet up spot was on the outskirts of town, suburbia one way, hills the other, and a forecast of a hazy 30 degrees.
The route was as per usual for these boys, a lap of the famous Cotter-Urriara loop, followed by a coffee or two - although finding a cafe open today was always goinging to be risky.
Later, after a savage KOM sprint, one keenstar kept the legs rolling, and moved out to become a mere dot on the horizon.
But, just like 'joyeaux noel', hostilities were suspended, and battle stories were shared over coffee.
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