The winner of the Tour de Vino doesn't get a yellow jersey, just purple teeth. And everyone's a winner.
We mounted our steel horses equipped with only a map and the desire to drink a lot of wine. Our epic quest took us to bodegas all over Maipu, a small town in the Mendoza region. Each vineyard we pedaled to was unique, some practicing techniques that haven't changed in a hundred years and others using the latest technology. We sampled Malbecs, Cabernets, Syrahs, and Tempranillos, practicing our wine vocabulary between glasses. We set out to visit all the wineries but by the third vineyard realized that slow and steady wins the race. After several bodegas, we required food to soak up the wine and went to a secluded restaurant called Almacen del Sur. There we ate an array of delicious picadas accompanied by, of course, a bottle of Malbec. In our wine stupor, complete with giggles and a lot of biking with no hands, we slacked on our camera duties for the final wineries. Later, as the sun set, we returned our bikes with smiles on our faces and bellies full of wine.