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!
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