La sveglia suona... ma come??... risuona... rimando!!!..risuona..."tanto i le sa che arivo tardi"... the end heroically put your left foot out of bed, look at the package that says Ibra 95 and I change .. Coffee, a quick sniff the morning air and a good sherpa understand immediately that it does not rain, so I go running in the yard ... I'm late. But instead of my bold companions will find a leprechaun who has lost his way (just Goths in the evening), so him back and return: This is the second! luncheon and update us on several evenings and here comes the president, we are ready to go ..
I notice that the only one to still believe the seasons:
- Manu seems to be wearing clothes in layers of sporting event in view of the imminent arrival of Cathrina
- Marco challenge the weather in short sleeves with his new uniform clearly refreshed by the air Scottish
After a few rides I salt my cold shoulder ready to kill me permanently in the event of heavy rain, so we sneak per la “Pissarota” in modo da inalare le esalazioni vaporose del Vajo, durante la discesa subiamo il sorpasso di un funambolico biker con un obsoleto mezzo di trasporto, e arrivati in località “Maria Ovi” svoltiamo per S.Rocco. La salita comincia e mano a mano ci svestiamo, sudiamo, orientiamo e stavolta evito di riconoscere laghi e mari ma mi baso solo su conoscenze certe. Arriviamo in cima e già pregustiamo il caffè e la compagnia delle indigene ma ahimè per la seconda volta in 2 anni troviamo il bar chiuso… Delusi upwind and we go to St. Vital ... the lack of sleep and dehydration are straparlare the President and for a moment we begin to fear for his health, but readily recovers and raises a strong final action that brings us straight to the goal ... the infirmary of Roverè ..
here after careful examination nurses leave us in the bar of therapy spritz heard.
Alas for some point we find ourselves in two, some are lunch and who should change, but we can survive meeting and we go to the tent for a tasty mushroom risotto.
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