Saturday cycling in the name of massacre. Meet at the cemetery (omen ... fatal) of Siziano, Andrea, Cesco, Marco and Marco Pasi Picoz. Cold air, damn cold, and a nice breeze. You go to Lacchiarella laughing and joking, without too much trouble. locatesi The meeting here also, and a lot of people ready to go. This beautiful hand launched, also because of the return of the crazy group of Cinelli Team, author of absurd stretch ... mah?! The problem is that the wind and the cold air, without realizing it, we are now consuming a lot of valuable resources. Fortunately, in Pavia, the head of the group turns right around to the "short", not without some pecking bestemmione from behind by those who "knew that if I went out to do 50 km, I was sitting at home!" and stuff like that. Tower of the island to begin the ordeal, the road is open and drittoni hurt, but the road is still very little traffic and you can stay a minimum cover. After Bereguardo But the problems begin in the queue, because at Motta traffic is heavier, and to let pass from behind the cars must pull aside, out of range. Someone breaks down, someone runs ahead to warn the group meets outside Besate, but here the pace is surging, and 3 of our "heroes" give weapons to crawl along to torment Rosate, Noviglio, Binasco . Finally back home sad sad, with the air that promises snow. Worth noting is the cross with three companions to Tower Island, which proceeded in the opposite direction, perhaps three veterans from around the bridge. We'd love to know what was on your side, maybe you had a tailwind? We certainly not today! One of those days where you come home alive seems a miracle.
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