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And I thought, holy Madonna. I thought. Of course the music of teenagers is really a shit, I thought.
Then I checked on wiki and found that the type in question, that of the group pappadiroba has 28 years, two less than me (three, go ..) and face adolescents. So I
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Transfer in August 2010 Ciociaria

Like every year I go there with my grandparents in Ciociaria after my two inseparable bike.
The area on the border of Lazio, Abruzzo is particularly suited to mountain biking. I will not be certainly miss the chance to explore an area of \u200b\u200bItaly for the most unknown and valued, but that has much to offer both as views that as a trail. This year I decided to make a detour in the mountains close to Ernici an inevitable round of cycle-touring and exploring the surrounding mountains Simbruini. The latter are particularly suited to mountain biking, hilly and fairly low difficulty is not excessive. Do not miss however, very technical trails that will satisfy even the most rowdy freeriders. The area is very suggestive of Simbruini: a boundless plateau is a patchwork of clearings devoted to pasture and beautiful beech forests, all surrounded by mountains with gentle profiles and generally covered with forests. The contrast between the barren and arid plains with lush forests abounding in springs and streams is incredible. It seems to continually come in two different worlds that coexist in perfect harmony.

few photos Simbruini:

The summit of Mount Cotento

Glades on Simbruini

the beautiful village of Cervara di Roma

a whole ' Ernici other business in the mountains, far more "bad" intolerant and mountain bikers. But thank you to some tips you can find some of the local trails to say the least beautiful. Last year I tried two freeride trails clean by the local raiders. Over 1000 meters of altitude for both, with singletrack on a continuous series of technical features rock pieces and driven ... Spectacular!
This year, however, dependent on experience at the Gran Paradiso, I opted for a spin-cycle nature of mountaineering. My goal is Mount Monna at 1950.

great views that can be seen on the ridge that leads to the enchanting and wonderful descent Abbey Trisulti ... a tour not to be missed!

I can not wait to return for further exploration in the area ... maybe you'll have to Abruzzo! We'll see ...

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THE PROVINCE

spend their entire life reading great ideas, famous writers, great stories.

We delude ourselves to be grown.
We look back and think about how we were young, in high school, that little monster in place of the province and heave a sigh of relief because we have a clear sense of essercela fared.
've made it to escape, to save us.

E 'clear to many that are not born a Roma, ma in un piccolo paese inculato nella provincia remota al centro del Lazio, dove piove sempre e fa freddo e ci sono le montagne ma non troppo vicine da potersene almeno beare.

In cui le persone hanno teste concave e vuote o piene di cazzate.
Che poi è uguale.
In cui sei, esisti in relazione alla tua famiglia d'origine, il metro di misura è tuo padre e quel che fa, tua madre e quali circoli frequenta, tuo nonno, se da lui ha avuto inizio la tua fortuna. La tua casa, quante stanze ha, se ha la piscina, la donna delle pulizie, se è romena o figlia di ex contadini delle campagne, l'auto, quante ne hai, se c'è quella del papà, quella grossa e quella della mamma, quella più piccola, la city \u200b\u200bcar to go shopping and go to church and to visit friends or go to the hairdresser every week to get to the tint of the same color all the local women and the styling of the same towards all women in the place.

The first day of school, the gymnasium, the literature teacher took him in and around each of us, teenagers Reeks and frightened, he asked: what job does your father do? and your mother?
And I, like everyone said and then did not seem so strange as it seems to me now. Basically my father has never been a mafia nor my mother a whore, so I had nothing to be ashamed of. I was a little pissed off and too little still to tell the man, a teacher of Latin and greek (for charity, very good person and good teacher), but that fucking question is that? What the fuck do you fuck? and above all: what the hell does this have with Cicero and Xenophon and fuck you, I exercise the right to remain silent.

In this school there were children of surgeons and cardiologists, the children of industrial ammanicati and offenders, children of notaries, bankers, I do not know, stuff like that, from guilds and crafts of the twelfth century, and it still is, and how those children in the Middle Ages high school students to play a role in plaster immobilisation, would, with their future studies, protected the activities of those belonging to the same occupational caste.
Street, sparati a prendere la laurea, col guinzaglio corto, recuperato non appena fosse giunto il momento, messi nell'aziendina di papà, nella clinica di papà, nello studio di papà, a vivere la vita che ha vissuto papà pronti a produrre figli che vivranno la stessa vita di tutti i loro padri, pronti a sposare la fidanzatina vergine del liceo, vestita sobria, la tendenza è il nero, con le sue scarpe griffate ma sobrie, le sue gonnelle da 500 euro che il mio sarto romeno te le fa uguali a 30, i capelli ben pettinati e scuri, che man mano che passano gli anni si accorciano e prendono quella piega oscena delle loro madri . E lo stesso colore tendente al castano chiaro, in alcuni casi biondo opaco ed è ovvio, perché il parrucchiere è lo stesso e anche lui rimarrà lì, come una colonna dorica, secula seculorum, tramandando ai figli e ai figli dei figli che avranno studiato moda e design a Milano, l'arte della messa in piega.
E i pargoli, con nomi strani, quei nomi che i provinciali danno ai nuovi nati o ai cani, perché pare figo, è un tratto distintivo, quasi a dire: io sto vivendo la vita di mio padre che è stata quella di mio nonno, ma mio figlio, cazzo, lui si chiama Falco o Iceberg o Lux!

E le mogli che si fanno il segno della croce a Natale nella cattedrale dove confessano peccati a metà e sfoggiano abiti comprati apposta, l'abito della festa e anche se tutto ciò fa molto sabato del villaggio, loro si sentono bene lo stesso, feeding on gossip and malice and hypocrisy that is always good manners.

And then, horns to no end.

All this to say that closed societies are evil in the world that Italy is a horrible place where the status quo is perpetuated because there is always an alternative, in which the right will always win, or if you will, Berlusconi's right, even if the city gives the impression of having made it, you can finally breathe, though it seems to take off the feeling of suffocation in which the province has forced you up to 18 years, is an illusion . Optics, acoustics, ideological. And if you really Bersani will make his campaign door to door, I swear that compared with open arms and with a baseball bat in hand.

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a different day (08/08/2010)

Sometimes it happens that the day take a different turn from what was expected. And now after deciding to add 400 meters uphill to a tour that seemed heavy to her, is definitely a "different course".

We are moving towards the ridge, now I pass every weekend and every time I seem to always more beautiful. After a lovely breakfast the ascent flows much better and when the forest thins out and disappears suddenly opening up the view of a landscape that seems to infinity is always a thrill.

ride on the crest is always hard, ups and downs, learned not cycling, so many people around ... But the thrill of let your eyes away, looking for some reference point that serves to recognize some particular place, is something that can be understood only when one is there.

Then comes the difficult descents, descents new, what did you expect in a way but they are different. But even if you do not like the path, you like the company and you are still happy to have shared those feelings with people you admire. And a good beer in a country that had only ever seen on the map without even knowing how to get there by car, has a flavor that erases the hard work and makes you want to go on to discover anything new.

And in the end is rewarded by wonderful views of other ridge and a long and beautiful descent transport capacity in a different dimension!

Another unforgettable day with the MFTT!

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THE ASHTRAY POCKET

So here we are at home.
You may have noticed, dear friends, oh you, normal people, the novelty of comment moderation. For a bit
' I really believe that this will be the bad habit, so be patient.
There is no need to explain more, a bit ' because you in your infinite intelligence , you already know everything, a bit ' because these words are too many and the argument really does not deserve even a spit.
What, are as black as a coal. The plants have survived , basil looks like a rubber tree and tomorrow will turn into pesto.
The cat, this evening the recovery.
Hot, is not even that much. The city is deserted
, no longer feel even the children of the sisters, they have already boiled or baked facts coll 'bay.
I broke out the green thumb, at least in intention. From that
ste arrived two tropical plants, exceeded the initial moment of distrust in which we were keeping an eye on each other exchanging greetings, but always at a distance, now I decided that I will become an expert in nurseries.
Last night I shot him two syringes of intravenous vitamins. I have in the coffee grounds and food scraps and judging from the cigarette after that ask me, they seem satisfied.
I also discovered this object of worship that every man (and woman) on the planet should have, is a walking ashtray pocket or handbag or, put anything you like, solve the problem of wild and ciccaggio the stub spilled into the street to the beach on the rock, etc. ..
Sure you can live very well without it, even without an arm, you can live very well, but that has to do with it is better ..

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Around the Gran Paradiso mountain bike

Tours of several days in mtb I've always been fascinated and attracted. They have the ability to isolate myself from the rest of the world, only focused on the prize, I enjoy the leisurely route, surrounded by nature. This year, the spot chosen for our mountain adventure is the beautiful park of Gran Paradiso. There will be three days of healthy cycle-touring in large part within the park incontaminata Granpa. The park was the first to be established in Italy on December 3, 1922 by King Vittorio Emanuele III. Present
adventure are members of the esteemed MFTT: Ruttok, Avofabio and of course myself, the most popular guys right at the time of departure: Balvenie, Lancelot MBC, and Alpika Salukko.

Day 1 (Ceresole Reale - Bien)

It starts from the village of Pont Canavese, defined by some of us as the worst country ever seen, where we leave the cars for recovery. In fact, the journey begins, at least chassis, just above the village of Ceresole Reale, and then will be needed to retrieve the other car left at high altitude.
The air is brisk, there is some clouds on the horizon, but all in all the weather seems to have turned in our favor. Not bad if you think that only the day before we were caught in a storm slap machine. We leave beautiful clothes and allow ourselves to be guided by the "local" on the trail Balvenie Reale, a driveway that allowed the king to access his personal hunting ground, which consisted in the current park. Soon the slopes and incredible views of the valley supported us warm the body and soul. We are all charged and ready for the many challenges that lie ahead. The climb is progressing smoothly and thanks to the smooth straight Balvenie we have also avoided many miles of asphalt hated.
The view enjoyed from the hill Nivolet artificial lakes and Agnel Serrù is breathtaking and thanks to the rains of the previous days the sharpness of the landscape is incredible.

The first goal the day will be the refuge at the Col Nivolet Savoy. Shortly before the first snow of the esplanade are certainly not let us escape, raid risking every meter the rollover.

hungry come all to the shelter on time for lunch. The initial idea is to take some sandwiches and quickly resume the journey, but as always things are not going in this direction.
let us get carried away and order groceries without restraint as there was no tomorrow .... and so on polenta with venison, sausage, mushrooms ... tanning or not! The wine of course could not miss ... all portions monstrous to say the least!

That's it, I'm full as an egg and I am still waiting for the ultimate brow at 2800 meters, the hill of mind before arriving at the first stop in Bien ... I'm about to burst! Damn deer, there is not a fur die of congestion!
As we climb along a beautiful trail along the valley hillside Meyes, to our right the mountains of the Gran Paradiso Group accompanies us to the majestic hill. I have no words to describe the beauty of the landscape, where the imposing mountains sloping down to an unspoilt valley created by the flow of a stream annodatissimo.

Ginta finally to the hill of Mind si para davanti a noi la valle Valsavaranche e il lago Djouan accerchiato da un bel gruppo di mucche al pascolo. Sin dai primi metri si capisce che la discesa non sarà una passeggiata. Infatti numerosi tornanti strettissimi ci aspettano, se poi ci aggiungiamo che è tutta una pietraia mortale siamo perfetti. Purtroppo qualche tornante non è precisamente fattibile, a meno di non avere la mtb di Automan, comunque il sentiero rimane godibile e incredibilmente ostico.

Siamo comunque sopravvissuti tutti anche se Salukkio decide di dare inizio al suo personale record del mondo di forature.
Giungiamo così al casotto di Orvielle dopo una bella discesa molto pietrosa che ci frullerà un pò le braccia. Prendiamo quindi un variante suggerita da Salukkio che ci ha assicurato ci piacerà non poco. Devo dire che la promessa è stata mantenuta in pieno, il sentiero che si annoda in un stupenda pineta è strepitoso. Il singletrack è molto scorrevole, le ruote corrono veloci in lunghi rettilinei, le curve sembrano disegnate per  le mtb. Una vera goduria, siamo esaltati e andiamo "full Throttle". Peccato solo per i numerosi pedoni che ci costringono a rallentare perdendo un pò di ritmo. Siamo così giunti, come sempre troppo velocemente, alla frazione di Eau Rousse. Per oggi il divertimento è concluso; ci dirigiamo verso Bien per dormire e recuperare un pò le forze spese. Doverosa la sosta nell'unico pub della zona per recuperare sali minerali persi nel corso della faticosa giornata.

2° giorno (Bien - Rifugio Vittorio Sella)

Dopo una colazione super abbondante, si parte per la tappa più corta, ma decisamente critica come dislivelli da affrontare. Raggiungeremo il punto più alto di tutto il tour, a quota 3.300, in prossimità del col Lauson. Il sentiero parte subito bello incaxxato rimanendo comunque ciclabile. La salita procede con una serie interminabile di tornanti, tutta su singletrack, un susseguirsi di strappi e pezzi in piano perfetti per recuperare fiato. Una delle salite più belle che abbia mai fatto. Giungiamo al casotto di Lavonaz, un posto incantevole dove facciamo l'inaspettato incontro di una fox. By now you have left almost tame easily approached without fear. A meeting so close I had never happen, the emotion was strong.

Now the games are serious and begins to pull up much. We are in a glacial valley where the rocks reign supreme. The path is not always cycle makes us gain altitude quickly. Meanwhile, we begin to see our destination, the Hill Lauson. The final climb of the hill is terrifying to see, almost overhanging a wall.

Everyone is asking where it can pass the path will be hard, but not defeated. Meanwhile, while I drag the bike on your back I can also see in the distance a chamois searches suspicious to me. The environment is extremely wild, are galvanized and began to walk up the ramps very hard concentrating solely on the final goal.

finally arrived to the hill, the view from here is moving. The effort leaves me as if by magic, leaving room for a serenity and contentment than ever. Meanwhile
that we enjoy the view of the Sella refuge expect to shrink the group.

The descent seems to be very exposed in the first half and then sliding into a gutted now that makes me mouth water. Let's start, the first section to be tackled on foot because of the steep and narrow path. As the path widens as we set off there was no tomorrow. The trail is a real show, not even a stone, sliding in a few words fun!

Within minutes we are at the base of the valley that will take us to the shelter. We are all excited, like happy children. Mamma mia what fun!
try to rest as much as possible to the shelter, partly because the next stop will be the longest and most tiring. Sleeping in a room overflowing with people with bloating is not easy.

Day 3 (Rifugio Vittorio Sella - Pont Canavese)

I have to say that he had slept little, perhaps in the throes of a daze from methane sleep real . The alarm clock is at 6.30, not ideal for resting, but perfect for enjoying sunrise and take some pictures of the beauty of the place.

Now we are facing a tricky downhill mortally. Leaving behind the "flow" of the previous down, you go to a land strewn with rocks and water ditches. The path becomes more more challenging and technical. The word "Trialist" fits like a glove. Click here for all the love in me the paths to be addressed slowly, thinking about each step, choosing the right path not to fly straight into the rocks.

Once in Cogne are already cooked, even though we did practically all downhill. The commitment was total and miles already have some paths improved our strength.
After a short break in the country for a second breakfast, we leave. Now the climb is steady and gradual. Do not delude ourselves, however, slopes, length of third and fiaccherà last stop for good. We begin to gain altitude and then first on asphalt on a dirt road. The valley that runs through and virtually uninhabited. Too bad only for the presence of high voltage pylons slightly ruining the feeling of isolation and quiet of the place. We arrive at the shelter Dream Bertz, practically throw the bike on the ground and head immediately to the restaurant to order. We begin to be tired and we are very pleased to be able to put your feet under a table. A nice plate of cold cuts and cheeses, watered by a very good beer in the Val d'Aosta we call into effect. The efforts are certainly not finished and the arrival is still far.
The path starts to climb immediately forcing to walk long distances.

Our next half box Champorcher to 2500 meters. The descent is not relaxing, numerous Pietroni stirred along the way are insidious. The final part is a little smoother until you reach a comfortable carriage. Hold on and quickly reach the last refuge of the tour, the Dondena. Now we really are the fruit, we allow ourselves the inevitable moretti and we on our way again. We must return to an altitude of 2500, another 300 meters of ascent, the last of the day provided that will take us to the hill Larissa. Our hopes are completely destroyed when we realize that our efforts have not yet come to the conclusion ... In fact, after the ascent of the hill we're not. We still have to go down and then up. Morale begins to break down a bit due to the tiredness of the day. Not give up and soon conclude the final ascent. Meanwhile, the weather begins to deteriorate and the clouds surround us. When you reach the hill clothe ourselves and begin to descend through the mist.

The path is bad ... rocks, tight turns! Fatigue forces us to several stops to rest in his arms. The environment is wild, it seems to be beyond any kind of civilization. The views are certainly not incredible, but the rugged nature of the place draws me irresistibly. The track is not always feasible in a bike and then decide to follow an alternative route through the meadows along a ridge-style freeriding. Once in a pasture consisting of a herd of cows in a sense brings us back to civilization. The descent is sadly marred by the passage of animals, forcing numerous sections on foot. We have become zombies, but fortunately our labors are now over. Route is a dirt road that will take us to the beautiful village of Pianprato. As a final test will miss the twenty kilometers of paved road that separates us from Canavese. Luckily they are almost completely down, otherwise the chances of survival of the group would be decreased drastically. Also this

avventura è terminata, impagabili sono state le emozioni che ho provato in questi tre giorni intensi. Importantissima anche la compagnia che, al pari della bellezza dei posti, ha reso il tutto semplicemente perfetto.

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