A Chuy Slice of Swiss Cycling

It's hard to complain when you live in a place like Switzerland, but, let's face it, the weather has really sucked until lately. Today, though, was a good one; bright sunshine and clear skies. We took the train to Wadenswil to pick up our tandem from Bernie, our old friend and always-affable owner of Bikeway, and, after buying various geegaws, sunglasses and shoes before his half-price sale ended, hit the road for the horse farm.
It felt really odd, in a good way, to be cranking up the steep hills that led to the farmland. The last time we were here, it was the last time, or so we thought. We never expected to have the good fortune to be riding again in this beautiful part of the world, in the shadow of the alps and high above Lake Zurich.
We rolled past an old man on a bench who shouted loudly in Swiss German, encouraging us to keep going, until we reached the flat part that runs for a mile or so with the deep green hills rolling away to our left. We stopped for a couple of quick pictures so that our friends back in Grapevine, Texas could see that we're spreading the gospel of Team Chuy throughout Europe, then turned and bombed our way downhill until we hit the flat Seestrasse along the lake.
From there, it was a fast and steady pace back to the city. We picked up a couple of loafers who liked sitting in the draft of a big bike and surprised a few hotshots who dared to pass and were forced to wonder how two riders with a combined age of well over 100 could hold their wheel.
We rode hard through Horgen and Thalwil, cruised through Kilchberg and slowed for a noodle along the lake as we neared Enge. A quick stop by the lake to tempt a swan with granola crumbs, and we saddled up for the last mile to Kirfurstenstrasse.
Spring is nearly here and Switzerland is coming into bloom. Bright bikes and multicolored jerseys are springing up all over. The riding season, finally, has arrived.