Peeing The Bed With Menstration

We are at the end of January and step by step we are outlining the programs and activities HUTR 2011.

The most recent meetings have allowed us to draw up a small calendar with what will be the "social outings" open to outsiders.

These trips bring with it the DNA HUTR, which will reflect the spirit and style that sets us apart: and then walks from a technical medium or medium-high, scenically beautiful sites, a spirit of adventure and a lot of serenity.

This is the recipe we would like to spread more and more.

Each trip has been proposed by a member of the team who will strive to organize and route logistics of the trip.

We have also included some Sundays dedicated to the activity of trail-building.

But no more talk, let's find out what the new year brings a gift and read the timetable developed by the members.

February 5 / 6 19/20 trailbuilding

trailbuilding

March 20

Levanto - GE

April 3

Tris de Pics - Tignale ( http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=135838239810478 )

10 M. Morello - FI

May 22

Appennino Toscano or Cannicciaie

June 12

Stretcher Invitational - MS

26 M. Cimone (MO)

July 10 or 24 Valle d'Aosta - AO

September

4 WestCoastInferno ( http://westcoastinferno.blogspot.com )

I also remember our close cooperation with the Commission MTB CAI Massa.

With pleasure then released its schedule for social activities 2011:

February

27 during driving technique - Brugiana

March 13
Trailbuilding

April

10 Logarghena

May 8 Elba

June 12
Garfagnana: Monte Sumbra

July
15/16/17 Alps

31 Trailbuilding

August 1 in Mountain City

September 18
Ligurian Alta Via Monti

I would say that there is something for everyone!

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Dialogo con un barista

I had finished the milk, today, so I went down to the bar below to buy it. Given my precarious mental state, did not surprise me grab a pack of cigarettes to pay, but it made me smile the same. More for a chat than anything else, I pointed out to the bartender: "I wanted to pay you in cigarettes." and he laughingly says, "It should be fine, smoking 40 Marlboro a day!" To me falls the jaw, while I think of the guilt that I do myself, when three in the morning arriving at 10-12, and the bartender goes on to say that it had already stopped once (me three) and have not smoked for 17 years (me more than a year and a half).

Isadora: "And then you again? But Are you crazy? "

Bartender: " It 'was when I went up in smoke (giustappunto) marriage. I felt that my life was over, and then, what difference did it or not smoke? "I wanted to die . The fact is that then passes. Do not believe it, but it is past. Even when I was then taken back with another lady, and it ended badly there too, but that time I suffered and I felt that my life was again over. But it is past that time also. Now I know, if you're sick, then I'll pass. You just wait. Life does not end for these things. Life ends when you die. "

Even when a bartender tells you about the style of Invernizio Carolina, to feel you're in complete silence, but when the lips that bind 40 Marlboro a day, stuff that not even the cowboy of Marlboro advertising themselves I smoked so many (and died of cancer, I think), there is a sudden wisdom that chicken, you just have to bow his head clutching your bottle of semi-skimmed milk from a quart, and go home to think about.

Destination Weddings, Thank You

Come si riconosce un grande amore

Come sempre navigando online in cerca di una cosa, ne ho trovata un'altra: una clip di un commercialissimo film francese. Non sempre trovare una cosa che non si stava cercando si risolve in un episodio di serendipità. A volte s'inciampa solo nel sasso sbagliato, quello che mette in moto tutta la valanga. Finora non ero andata oltre il concetto - elaborato fin dalla lontana adolescenza - che le uniche persone che possono farvi del male sono quelle che amate. Essere l'oggetto dell'amore di qualcuno, dà il tremendo potere di ferirlo. Non avevo mai pensato al seguito...

to recognize a great love when you realize that the only person in the world that can console you, is that you have wronged.

Even if in the meantime you have discovered that there is someone who can love you without hurting yourself. What can be loved without having to pay the price. That there is a person whose purpose in life seems to be doing anything, and I mean any, can bring a smile on your lips. Asking only to keep you close, and only when it is good to you. What you also do little or nothing that failed to deliver in the worst moments.

And you hate him for this. I hate it now you can not pretend anymore, now you know that there is another way to love, hate him because they did not want to be there that love him, but from the other, what you have even married in an attempt to make love. The hate, the one who loves you and so good, why is not the other, and because his perfect love will never give it to you any more. I hate you because you love has condemned to be evil and to be conscious, and his love sublime you do not care a fig. That precious thing that can brighten a life for you is worth nothing.

And sooner or later you're going to tell him, making him an evil of hell. You will be the only person in the world that could comfort him, but he will not.

Newsletter Invitation

Let's start by saying that Kanker is a term that originated three years ago when I, Barella, we met at the Mill and Superdino Pasquilio to create the now famous, PFP (Free Pasquilio Park). During these meetings, where pouring our energies on the routes (in the first place and all the "stop"), was born That period was directed to the structures that we make. Jumps, catwalks, and more that were built with everything that nature gave us and not quite to perfection (Kanker Park).

Yesterday, after so many years since I saw mill and Superdino, we stood to make a thunderbolt, and rode on this occasion I felt Kanker is a philosophy and to say what it was enough to see the bike Superdino (one On One 456) fitted with all the pieces at his disposal but making it functional for half the use to which they are concerned, but there was just this during the day and if you follow this story you will understand.

I sveglio alle 8.00 ed in modalità zombie mi dirigo in cucina per prepararmi la colazione e quando raggiungo la meta vedo una cosa allucinante. Una miriade di formiche si sono impadronite del pavimento e del seggiolone di Arturo; mi appresto quindi ad eliminarle il più possibile, ma non riesco a toglierle dagli anfratti che ci sono nella seduta (posto di comando ) del mio boss e preso dalla disperazione decido di mettere in terrazza questo ingombrante mobile. Il tempo passa inesorabilmente e quando mi accorgo che sono in ritardo ormai è tardi :-), ma come al solito non sono l'unico.

Superdino ci comunica via telefono che Macinino sta arrivando e tra breve li vedremo comparire dall'incrocio; proprio at this juncture a chat with the Electrical and three shady characters who are with him (during the ascent to the Folgorito find out that there are two policemen).

finally arrived and off we go.

grinder comes with a full freeride beautiful and weighs more than all single crown, but I'm pretty happy with his choice because my physical condition and are not at the top to keep him company are more than willing to get off and walk . PS: The three strangers realize that if they're behind us come home late, so, without even saying goodbye, pulled straight to the goal.

reached the vicinity of a house and Superdino stops to make water supply and appears here kanker first kit of the day: a bag of water that is stuck in your backpack after coverage through a Nylon bag, looking back now, however, say that's not a bad idea. grinder on the other hand is devoid of any type of container for water, while I, I have not as clean as it should be the bag are provided with a bottle of / 2 liters. The climb

runs slow and calm (for me and Mill) and occasionally I'll see cars pass by (Pick-up) full of bikes. My partner (the Electric and Superdino took off) told me of his outings with mechanized lift with Lorenzo Bridge and his skill in cycling, but not I must say this especially because the Master is the Master.
reaching the point where part of our descent, we wear the protections in our possession and we do accompany the boys in recent years have become the new Folgorito the locals and that, moreover, have committed ; to create new lines. The descent
lungo la sassaia miete la prima vittima. Superdino infatti buca la ruota posteriore e qui ecco di nuovo la kanker filosofia. Partiamo con il dire che la gomma posteriore ha una spalla talmente dura che non riesce a farla uscire dal cerchio, ma per fortuna ha con se vari tipi di cava-fascioni tra cui uno che non mi sembra convenzionale. Si tratta infatti, come mi spiega lui, di una L in ferro usata come spessore per i componenti della cucina e poi c'è la camera d'aria bucata che è già pluridecorata da toppini che viene rimbalzata tra lui e Macinino quando uno dei due rimane senza.
Finita la riparazione si riparte e raggiungiamo una nuova variante. Il ground is very slippery because of ice that is melting (I do not remember a similar situation even during a full day of rain) and when we see a walkway in front of you turn right for the variant, but the ground and does not take wrong path leading to tamponade. We stopped to assess and decide to try this drop, but before doing so we must go is the hardest thing. The first word that comes from the mouth of Mill is, "but kanker is a jump? "no, the structure is good with nice wooden tables and thick landing descent. The first to try it I am, but arrive short run due to poor and so they date back to try again. Macinino Party and close properly, the test (and I was hit) and also the electric comes a little too short, but close only after that do not can keep the bike up because of the mud and goes straight to the curve in support, I'm back at the second attempt and the speed is right, I land, but like my predecessor, I can not keep the vehicle and slide.
We move further and yet another jump and this time there are no problems for anyone (PS: we avoid some jumps because the fund is too slippery), but in return the locals have abandoned us and the rest of the descent will be the "classic" Folgorito now is much faster than once because of work that have been made for the acquedottto.
conclude the tour and I'm happy the day I think about Folgorito was, as it was and it is now with the work that made these new loclas and I say we return willingly. I think also to my desire to change his bike and I remember the kanker philosophy that makes the bike a practical way to turn, maybe a little weird if you think of some solutions that are used, but the important thing is logical because fun (Superdino: look, however, to adjust the rear brake!).

Life After A Hysterectomy

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Naturopatia. Ovvero: di come partire per curarsi il colon e arrivare a rappezzarsi l'autostima

"E mi raccomando, fai attenzione ai sogni! I fiori australiani sono molto potenti." E' stata l'ultima cosa che mi ha detto la naturopata accompagnandomi alla porta del negozio bio-erboristico-natural-equo-ecologico, che avevo annunciato nel post precedente. Per chi ha già un mezzo sorrisetto che gli aleggia in volto e sta pensando "Vediamo che si è fumata questa." , spiacente di deludervi, i fiori australiani non si fumano, si assumono per via sub-linguale. E NON servono a curare la loquacità del colon. O forse sì, ma in maniera talmente indiretta che tocca passare per Australia, in fact.

The fact is that while I was wandering the aisles in search of a gag for my intestinal tract singing, as my usual, I tracks intercepted another conversation that took place a little further and a little aloe here in the seeds of amaranth. I do not do it on purpose. The dialogues of others I arrive at the ear, neurons are tuned and I listen.

A lady exposing its problems of existential anxiety, with a corollary of insomnia, a nice young lady that was seemingly irrelevant questions, such "He has episodes of uncontrollable itching?" How would it be? One says you can not sleep and you will get if you scratch?! I moved a bunch of grit to take a peek and see the scene to collect some other clue. "We correct a little 'mix. Add three drops of this and say I know how it goes." The nice young lady gave a vial of insomnia, and ended there.

Isadora is curious. I also stated in the profile, do not do mystery, 'm curious like a monkey, a cat and a ferret together . So I approached the GS (nice young lady, not the supermarket of the same name) and I began to seek guidance. When asked "What do you think is your problem?", To my great surprise I felt answer "Indecision. You take care of the flowers indecision? "

From there to give her a Bignami of my current work-sentimental-economic situation, it's been a while. I was talking about the GS and pulled out every now and then a tube. When I finished, there will have been on the table 10:00 to 12:00 and I was very worried.

"Now, while holding a hand in this thread, with the other well close your thumb and forefinger in a circle, like a okay. I will ask permission and I will try to open the circle. You're going to stop me and give me permission to do so. "And there I messed up. I usually do not give you permission to do something and then fiercely oppose, and then she said" Can I? "I said, "Yes" and left her to do. After a while 'to the GS came the question that I had the muscles a little out of practice or the first signs of ALS, because such an accumulation of problems and solvers for vials, it was not plausible for a regiment of infantry, let alone one person.

So we started and came to the big question "You have episodes of uncontrollable itching?" and I had to admit that not only the day before I had scratched his shoulder and bruised, and a few days before it had fallen to one knee, but that years ago, a couple of days after my marriage, I was covered with strange spots in all parts of the body revealed by the abbot wedding. According to GS, the itch is caused by repressed anger. And if you think about the phrase "gnaws" takes an illuminating new meaning.

In any case, I was diagnosed with low self-esteem, accompanied by anger and resentment. The colon is my target organ, apparently. That is, more self-esteem, less borborygmi . The prescription, ad hoc adjustments are seven drops in the morning and wake up just seven drops in the evening before putting on the earplugs. With the recommendation that would have to be careful that the dreams, indeed. When I left, I had the feeling to have in the bag-Magic Potion-Solve-Problems-Universal. In the evening, with a bit 'of trepidation, I have seven sub-lingual drops seven, and went to sleep.

As I tell? I have two weeks propina Australian flowers, and I've stopped dreaming. I was speechless the unconscious, rather than the colon. But I persevere. Although I'm getting the suspicion that faith, understood as blind faith in something, have a big role in the efficacy of treatment. And I'm an atheist, damn the Virgin!

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La voce del colon

Emotions sometimes chooses strange ways to express their demands. If you can not express themselves in a balanced and adulthood and is repressed, may decide to find a way vent and to attract the attention of his carrier providing some unexplained ailment. It's called "somatization" . The emotion of Isadora, mistreated from early childhood, is very creative in the area of \u200b\u200bsomatization: over the years has "exploded" in various forms - from gastritis, panic attacks, through a general propensity to have accidents, even with broken bones basics. Lately, he has found his voice in the colon. Literally. My stomach produces sound (it seems you say borborygmi) and may vary by mode "sink just flowed" to "pre-earthquake rumble" to "groaned the ghost . Always in times less appropriate, type in the groin waxing, or business meetings, or chupa-dance, so to speak. Fortunately, only the vocals, so I save sessions to the bathroom and tragic dell'Activia money, not like the poor thing Alessia Marcuzzi that practically eats only what ... or only because it seems to me that television did not see so much these days.

However, to return to the colon, mine is very sensitive to alignment. As long as I keep myself upright all goes well enough, but just step to the horizontal position, I seem to be one of those dolls than once, that when lying close their eyes and say "mama".

Only when I tilting me, instead of a crystalline "mom" from my internal rises like a song of frogs, or a deep rumble baritone, or a series iioooaaauuuiiieeiiiiiii that not even a doc Tyrolean yodel.

"Madonna! But what fruit thou hast in the belly? A pumpkin genetically modified mice with all the dancers and the choreographer fairy?" me the other day a fellow waxing. (For whom he did not understand, I have very nice friends and imaginative, as well as a tad bit blasphemous.)

And the same effect as I do moods tumultuous, like anxiety, stress or incazzature, so sometimes I did not save even a strictly vertical position: it is as if I had one of those jars in your pocket with little holes in them and flip bellow.

I tried with the appropriate camouflage of coughing, but it's better than not abuse, because after a while 'starts to notice suspicious looks and after a little more' is assured that the friendly spirit of the moment say, "Well, but cos' you have, the Bird Flu? ", creating a vacuum around you tire. Please, if you're comfortable on a crowded bus, but a little embarrassing though.

E 'to solve the problem of the colon from the other karaoke day I slipped into a shop bio-herbal-natural-eco-fair. With the bizarre result that will tell you in the next post. Stay tuned.

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would need a Pallet of words (and I honestly do not know even where to begin) to describe the beautiful day that of Sestri, where there has been involved as extras, alongside Yodone, in a training session in view of Cape Verde.
Many memories crowd my mind and that is why in the coming days I will write a series of mini-articles, a lot of beads that remain etched in my mind, let's start with this: When organizing HUTR is TOP CLASS

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Accidia

According to the Catechism (see: the church-a-Catholic-Apostolic-chipiùnehapiùnemetta-hip-hip-hooray), is one of the seven deadly sins. I do not know if you have listed in order of importance, but sloth is the seventh in their list, and the first mine, lately.

lazy. I'm lazy, lazy totally and completely . Laziness I entangles the brain, it blocks all neurons as flies in honey, resin mosquitoes, ants in PVA glue.

(Digression: after many years of evolution, why insects have not yet learned what are the substances that stick and trap them? Which is a question that also applies to most women, to think of it.)

Instead of working wandering the net, jumping from one blog to a friend search images, from a recipe in an etymological research, a fool to play another play more stupid again ... and even the pupils refuse to work. Fixed the screen and send them all out of focus, as was done with stereoscopic images everywhere that I go insane years ago.

There were those who could see the hidden three-dimensional drawing into a bedlam of svirgolini, and who's not. I always suspected that those were people who did not succeed with our feet on the ground and his head screwed on right place. I always managed.

As the suspension of consciousness, a trick in which the teacher, and I do best when I close my eyes. Carry the gene cronoalterazione partial . My escape from reality are legendary, in a book or with his chin resting on his hand, and now I leave here for anywhere else and who knows when.

will I have a tendency to obsession and the pursuit of detail, but I always go back reluctantly, from my imaginary worlds. I arranged them always so cute, then I'm sorry to leave them. When you spend three quarters of an hour good to meet you imagine an entity that has the power to transform your life like you want, but in just three steps, (ie the version of the dignified genie and his three wishes), and you managed to condense into three requests - made with such skill and intelligence that the entity can not refuse to fulfill them - the duemilasettecentocinquantaquattro things that would be perfectly happy to settle for, you have no desire to admit that you dream with open eyes. I

a grim example, suppose one wants to be beautiful, not ugly mug can go and ask the entity to "Make me beautiful." There are too many variables that if left unresolved can produce catastrophic results. Bella how? For how long? For whom? No, you must make your request in a Acconcia.

Then comes out something like: "I want you to death I had to look thirty, but her legs are longer than five centimeters, a third abundant giroseno, no cellulite, the opportunity to eat whatever I want without gaining weight to a pound and the ability to attract the attention only of males performing, thinking and temperamentally compatible. "Capito race?

That was the easy request. It takes a lot longer to fix the economic situation and the emotional, which are the other two pillars of perfect happiness. So when everything is finally in place, everything I do except back to work.

kick.

I make a program work, I look at it and do another. Then I work at night to recover. I end up losing voluntarily enslave time. I am doing it now too.

I'm getting that in mind I have implemented a campaign of self-sabotage the final outcome of which I am not there yet, but that is rapidly expanding to other areas of my life. Get cigarettes. I know I'm perfectly able to stop smoking even once. I've done it before. I know that every cigarette adds a little 'tar in the lungs, triggers free radical damage to cells destroying blows, the skin turns gray, stain teeth and make your breath a scent of eau de cendrier that, especially in the morning just woke up, makes you want to run away from yourself ... but while every day I empty an ashtray from 10:00 to 12:00 butts in the trash. And I do not even have the excuse that adolescent cigarette gives you an interesting air, here there is no one watching me smoke.

In short, what the hell am I doing?

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... also passes through Sestri Levante!

Unbelievable but true, just go there: the paths laid down by the circuit SuperEnduro Mr.Yoda will make another small step in the preparation teNNico-tactics in the path of approaching URGE Caboverde next month. The trails

the Ligurian native will try to refine the "fealing (cited Geom. Péra) with biciclettone ruotone the southern hemisphere in order to reach full effect, that is in good shape and especially in great serenity, as Coach always preaches the stretcher.

So we all, or almost the same place at precise, that vorrebbe dire al parcheggio vicino all'uscita autostradale alle ore 9:00.

Everybody's invited!

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Mignonne

A Frenchman would say "Mignonne." I, who was born with her hair in raw spaghetti, I remain astonished to see svirgoli of hair that make it impossible to divert attention from a look-clear black-fringed lamps.
It 's amazing what unfolds from the head. Thin strands that plunge down, go back (!) S'inanellano, turning ... each on its own and with her why. I have in front of the sister of Medusa good, no doubt. But certainly with a better fate of his sister major: any Perseus would never occur to behead, is much more likely for him to lose ciribiriciaccola at first glance. Why Gorgoncina, here's the lovely look of a naughty list ... with atomic piles. If you live in a cartoon, it would be constantly surrounded by dynamic lines, laying down the movement of figures fixed. It always seems just arrived or are about to leave. The time lost, inaction, put forward. I do not know if she likes, but can not help it. Ride
well despite a bruised knee that needs them badly. To come here strictly on foot, took a wrong turn and measured the sidewalks. If one has the dynamic lines, sometimes it happens. It 'still riuscita a tornare a casa, medicarsi, cambiarsi il collant distrutto e arrivare solo cinque minuti dopo l'orario previsto.
Ed è compita. Mi ha telefonato per dirmi che la disavventura appena occorsa, l'avrebbe fatta ritardare, srotolando la notizia senza neanche una punta di panico. Non ho avuto il coraggio di dirle che io, nonostante fossi intoppo-esente, a causa della mia cronica fede nel trasporto pubblico ero più in ritardo di lei,  e già saltellavo da un piede all'altro per la frustrazione...
Mi è piaciuta, questa ventenne che ha un mare di pensieri interessanti sotto i riccioli e una sana dose di ironia. L'ho vista giocherellare con raffinata crudeltà con uno di quegli stupidi that sometimes come out of nowhere on Facebook and I never understand when it's time to retire in good order. I hate that classics like flies against a window, continue to give foremen monstrous, huge uttering nonsense, and inevitably end up running out in defiance of a fox, not coming to the grape, the green states. We all know the kind, right? Well, our elegant young tiger he dribbled a bit, 'and then it took a bite. Spitting out the bones.
I wonder if you would take? Maybe part-time.

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Domenica 2 gennaio 2011, data della prima uscita in bici del nuovo anno.

Piazza Aranci, nel centro di massa, ore 9:30, scarico la bici dalla Bety mentre attendo l'arrivo dei miei compari di oggi: Barella, Elettrico e soprattutto il rientro in grande stile del magico SuperDino.

Destinazione Pasquilio per un vero revival FFF.

Due OnOne 456, bici che un paio di anni fa ho posseduto con buona soddisfazione più my Carver 96er, bike more gouge in the world.

Unfortunately barellaus has not yet raised its TOY and so, one company has submitted to the streets with his orange Intenze, but do not despair, it is only a matter of weeks!

Let's step back.

It 's the morning of the first ... I turn around in bed preparing for the new cycling strategy a few years.

frames that disturb my thoughts mixed with the euro symbol revolving in my twisted mind ... and come to a conclusion. This

Carver, patiently reassembled with 1X9 transmission has come to be for .. salt .. a nest egg to reinvest in order to scrape together a frame singlespeed racing.

I get out of bed and equipped with digital camera Canon Coolpix go down in the barn where lies a mix of frame and bicycle.

A bucket, a sponge, dish soap and work in great bike in my projects that will soon be enriched with his photos the marketplace section of the forum.

take a moment and picture me in the whale head the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving this bike the last km of glory in the realm of ultimate hardtail, where the myth of the Front for fun, fuck for front and above all, has taken shape.

We are in the square, waiting stretcher and while gazing yes .. I think the Carver is not beautiful, but has itself a certain arrogant charm that I really do not know how to explain.

The slope runs well, very well, we get all a merry pace, someone joked, "we got a little chest but in the end the pace does not slow down.

The bike tells me that my next singlespeed must be aluminum.

I like the responsiveness and feeling "grumpy" though the Carver is a monster of rigidity.

stretcher when I decide that today is really positive until we reach the top of the Belvedere to travel His path, the stretcher.

few Sunday's @ with one of my friends found ourselves with their biciclettoni DH I said that on the trail was very nice and they walked him often and I had included some jumps "unassuming."

So we were curious to see the state of things.

often avoid a steep climb to the summit to avoid salitone which crosses the crest of the mountain is really hard and it is not uncommon stretches on foot.

But today something is different: I notice when we leave the tarmac at Holy Cross and turn left onto "Via del Pasquilio.

what is this power that I have today in the legs? carverino that will want me to change my mind, is that this pedal sgorbietto want me to take a step back on a decision that I thought irrevocable?

The fact is that I say: I have a 34x32 lowest gear ... as long as I can go, let's see where I can get.

I am on the first steep section, the bottom is soft, but at least the stones are less obvious and there is a smooth trajectory that I can maintain with ease.

in mind I have images of a summer many years ago: it was June, the Sunday of the times mythical race of the XC Pasquilio.

The wood was green, the right temperature, sunlight through the leaves of chestnut trees.

a winery I had three yellow, with a rigid fork, ati tomac knobs, controls sopramanubrio XT, cantilever brakes. shoes sidi the Team Ritchey and Tinker Juarez, the myth of my time.

I was just in this part when I realized that I was going to take the second in my category.

In the previous round, in mid-descent, I had my laundry in the past three. I was fifth.

I changed the room as fast as ever I did, and shared some pissed off, but with the feeling I would have taken them all.

I doubt I spent two on the way down, then ... I pedaled with his head down, occasionally looking at the chain to the frying pan: we had just entered the age of the microdrive (or compact)

only exception was the XTR ( and a set of Deore LX) with his triptych 24-36-46.

I had a LX crank, but he sold it but had a 26 instead of 24. I had a rear sprocket 8v changed to 11/30.

front of me .. the guy's Maggi with its steel Olmo, all XT, 22-32-44, 11/32 9-speed.

do not know what took me, pulls down a relationship behind and pulled straight fino in cima.

Arrivai secondo, ma ero esaltatissimo. Il brutto è che a distanza di anni le sensazioni provate su quella salita sono ancora il mio metro di paragone. Follia.

Ma ieri per un attimo m'è sembrato di tornare indietro: stavo percorrendo quella salita come mai avrei pensato di riuscire a fare nella condizioni in cui sono.

La strada spiana, rallento..sono in cima e decido che aspetterò gli altri all'imbocco del barella.

Ma mi balena un'idea: è la carver, la bici da pasquilio?

Scendiamo.

The stretcher (path) is in good shape, have raised a couple of dishes, well done, and Saltini are ok (maybe only one is to be placed).

You see he is beaten and used.

Below, after having rejoined the 4X have created a variant.

not bad, but I prefer the old track ... but I know, I'm too XC

We throw on the old path that will bring us back entrance to the lower part of the process, the that was once the LagunaSeca.

And here I realize that this really is the bike Pasquilio.

Pedalo, rilancio, senza faticare, mi piace la bici che scalcia un pò ma poi sta lì.

Davanti la ruotona da confidenza e i soli 80mm della forca sembrano davvero bastare sul fondo in terra.

Pare di volare.

Prendiamo il nuovo sentierino che ci porterà sulla strada subito sotto i giochini.

Mi diverto a far scodare la bici, come quando da bimbo fai la gara a fare le "sgommate".

Ci buttiamo sui giochini, nella traccia più nuova con la paraboliche, è comparso un saltino nuovo e una passerella con atterraggio nell'unico punto piatto del sentiero. Very smart.

Passo e penso che qui dovremmo metterci un pò mano per dare "armonia" alla traccia.

Arriviamo alla parte bassa dei giochini, quella tutta curve.

Faccio un ingresso super-oooooooooooold-school tutto di traverso, manco Schwantz nel motodrome.

Peccato che la traccia sia parecchio assassinata dal passaggio di acqua, moto, quad e jeep.

Ci vuole un attimo e siamo nel budello, Barella (Damiano) pennella le curve dopo il ponticello, e io mi diverto a guardarlo anche se non è facile stargli vicino.

MAMMA MIA COME AMO QUESTO SENTIERO!!!!

and confirms: Carver Pasquilio bike.

Now how do I sell it? I think the wheels will smile, and the certainty that it is so I have it after Fiumetto. It 's a schizophrenic bike, but I like it!

I feel so at home that is fine with me also make one of the paths I walk less than absolute: the dino-grinder.

In no time we are back to square orange: it is the one and change, and 3 hours for the ride oldschool something more beautiful and full of the world.

Around hardtail for excellence around the flow of bicycles and daub.