Born into a family of cyclotourists in a country of cycling legends, Pablo has been cycling bicycle for more than four decades.

“My bicycle it has always been a wonderful memories making machine.”

Admiring the trophies of my grandfather.
Learning to ride in a straight in a sandy beach parking lot.
Begging to get a racing bike for xmas.
Building bike jumps with my neighbours.
Touring the Netherlands with my family.
Getting my first custom bike fitting.
Being smoked by “real” racers in their day off.
Going bikepacking in the Picos de Europa before bikepacking existed.
Taking part in part in the first european multi day adventure race.
Doing pre sunrise training loops in a frozen park in Brighton, UK.
Racing in knee deep mud in a military compound in Wales, GB.
Getting dropped by pros while still inside the neutralized start in San Sebastian, ESP.
Riding “Slickrock” in Moab, UT, US.
Singletracking into Telluride, CO, US.
Crying after reaching the top of my first Susten Pass, CH with a 53-25 and panniers.
Circling Scotland on diet of fried shrimp.
Seeing dolphins while cycling along the fjords in Norway.
Getting my first carbon bike.
Shading some extra weight in an early spring buddy training week in Rimini, IT
Attempting to get a KOM in Strava.
Eating Tuna at the top of the Colle de la Finestre, IT.
Riding my first Moonride.
Reaching the North Cape, NO after cycling 4300Km in 14 days.
Getting woken up by rain in a beach in Irland at 2:00am.
Choosing to take the long way to the finish line, direct into the storm after 57h without sleep.