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!

Outboard Motor Is Expensive

hard and emotions start to the season in the woods

today I fetched up in a road bike ... are on the high seas, and all the slack I beat this winter, I now submit the bill!

but it goes well, then the condition will improve!

but yesterday I did a mini tour in the first single speed, and I'm glad that the feelings have not changed!

the woods have welcomed me, saying "welcome back", paths, and still no trace immaccolati, I hosted the first of the season ...

and my bike, quiet and lightweight, it gave me the same feeling as before: hard work and pleasure, sweat and serenity.

spring seems to never come, but the forest animals are hidden there, behind every tree, and surely they will be saying "look who's back!".

hard to melt the snow in the shady sections, but I will walk on foot, without haste.

calm down a little "Cape Verde" We are damned in this chaotic world!

I Have More Herpes Outbreaks The Older I Get

alarm soon, as always, to go to work.

the desire to ride is felt, after all we are in March!

out there is a good fog, but I'm not discouraged.

prepare the bag and go down in the cellar.

the singlespeed is still tarnished by the epic ride to the ground (before Christmas what a shame !)... That's where the thermal water bottle!

the open: there is still the inside (of course it is also well cold!) That now stinks to be sick. work around the fountain, load the bike ride in the van and go to work.

in the morning the weather improves, so a lunch break, with Matthew, we are the first (mine) around the season. 7th and strong wind, but the desire is there! having to go back to work, it is always hard, but it goes like this!

at 10km from Aosta, a break radius of the rear wheel ... Damned French! I can hardly come with the bike that wags his tail, from seasickness!

the idea was to eat only fruit for lunch, but I yield to the temptation and I take away a calzone Puppo artichokes and sausage ... have done so!