Invitation For Pay Your Own Dinner

the choice

is always the same story.

if you have a few more hours, the desire to go out for a long, long way.

think so: long = road bike. but as we used to say: here is the donkey that falls!

and I, like a donkey, helmet once again on the choice of bike to use: single speed!!

part on late (for my standards) and 11 in the morning are around. cazzeggiano the woods, sometimes squeeze me, at other times I enjoy the view. I drive. I drive like never before: the bike is feeling is unbelievable, you see just that I've spent hundreds of hours on it. I'm feeling with the full, I'd like a rocket!

nosepress with the rigid fork ... I laugh when I make them!

the day goes slow, minutes, one after another, one after another, the temperature rises, then falls again. the single track one after another, even the climbs hard (the climb is a hard result!).

and so, in no time at all, are 16:30 ... I put it in his pocket a pretty long time, a truly beautiful day of mountain bike, sometimes with a pleasant company of other bikers, sometimes in complete solitude. I like it.

is the last one of my cartridges, by next week if all goes well, will be relegated to spare car and bike from D-day, by epic tour. the remainder of matches and training, there will be a carbon ...

I hope that is the same feeling I have now, this bike blue smurf, that's MY bike!

Randy Blue, Corbin Fisher, Sean Cody

the final 24 hours of shooting approaching


so.

winter or not, nothing matters!

May is just around the corner, and weeks will follow quickly.

nobody cares if the night in the mountains has 30cm of powder, May is just around the corner.

at 9 am there are only 4, but again, May is just around the corner.

the fund needs to be done in a bike race, but May is around the corner, and I chose the most difficult to ride: no changes!

'm a fool perhaps, but I like it!

so I get dressed, go downstairs in the basement, look at you with a lump in my throat skis big day, beautiful fat guys who call me ... but they are dressed as a bike, my bike is calling me.

33-19. ratio of trained leg, but who wants to change? I want that, they are early in the season, not boiled as in October 2010!

and childbirth. dress up hills, steep climb from the start.

remember with pleasure the feeling of riding hard, with heart beats high. mud and ice do not scare me. in the meadow there are sheep and horses that look at me go. their breathing smoke, as well as my own, but the feeling is nice.

reach my playground, on top of a hill, start to turn, climb steep slopes in slow motion, step on the rocks with great balance, I find the feeling with rigid fork ... all is well.

go on the single track, down, then salitone long. but not enough, have drawn up, I'm curious to see a single track that I've never done: pretty in the end!

'm away 2 ½ hours, I do 35km, 1133 meters of elevation gain ...

not a bad start! May is just around the corner, Finale Ligure not care if it's cold here, when I am there I will have to be ready with an open mind ... like today, only hard work, sweat and breath!

only singlespeed!