In 2010 I started riding with the BDC since February I have no more practically touched the bike for next to nothing because of the accident and because of knee pain.
In BDC (September 29): 1789 Km
In MTB: 470 Km
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
How To Build Your Concrete Bathtub
Meeting
The car lay smoldering in the side of the street, hugging the cover sheet of the lamp lighting pubblica.Nessuna could watch that scene swallowed by the darkness of night, in a semi-deserted place, in a way that no percorreva.L 'man got out surprised to find himself virtually unscathed, deeply shaken by what he saw before losing control of the medium, shaken by the memory of the vision of a living shadow that had afraid to get it out of strada.Quella vision of a moment was now in first place among his thoughts, even before his own safety, even before the damage to the machine, first want to understand where local trovasse.Fece mind immediately understand what had happened, he remembered the two red lights reflected Nallo circular mirrors, bright lights and close together to be the headlights of a car ... Then the incredible, the two rounds that scarlet salgonoo up to heaven and sovrestano the car, and around them a black figure, spectral shadow with great wings nere.Poi the explosion and now his head ached and the machine fumava.I his thoughts froze when he heard muffled gasps come behind him, their pace awfully similar to that of a breath. All his nerves were stretched in unison along the back and made his way to the coldest of all the thrills he had ever provato.Dietro of him scrutinized the terrible creature, at least six feet high and black as ebony, the wings folded on the bluff body supported by legs similar to those of humans. The head was supported by the trunk, no neck, and huge round eyes were shining like two stars of other worlds .. the man felt his mind give him the first leg, moved a step back slowly guided by pure self-preservation, then the Fear gripped him around pensiero.Ed preventing movements and then being told. "Hey man." His voice was deep and fake, more like a continuous sound, extremely low, rolling hard in the face of such consonants and vocali.Di wonder every convention of mind was blown, and the driver said with a faint "hello" without having the conto.L strength to 'be scrutinized in the silenzio.La request went out by herself, irrationally, as if the man could not control what he said: "You are a god ..?" atonal voice again: "Do not I am, but I understand your question. "" What are you? "" does not include "" .. what do you want from me? "get" to that answer, the slight calm earned by the thought of talking to a sentient being, and perhaps reasonable broke, hot tears began to scratch the man's cheeks, tears of despair, a stranger who was outside the human fears. "Do not be afraid, fear is useless" "Why me?" I did? "" does not include "" ... I eat? "" I do not need to feed myself, "Man it looked strange to be feeling a mixture of emotions never felt before in all the years of his life. He was scared, but he also felt a strange sense of awe at the creatures, was something that should not and probably could not exist; talk to her was like talking with an open door on the infinite. "Where are you from?" asked by a "world" a different planet? "" no, there are worlds within worlds "" I do not want to go with you "" you are my "Only then the man noticed the terrible smell of ammonia permeated the 'air, was so intense as to burn your nose at every quick breath. "You're a demon?" "no" but then what ... what are you? " sobbed sconvoltoL'essere taceva.Poi spoke to the world many people disappear, the world is not what you think. It's not like you think "his voice was really something terribile.L 'man did not know where he was to be conducted, in that capacity, or with whom or what .. but maybe this did not matter, no longer had logico.La way his mind was crying .. thought how miserable are the men, they think they understand the world just because they have eyes to see and ears to hear, but do not even know the surface of themselves. They look at the stars and providing them so little attention, have within them the infinite and the human misery rifiutano.Il, driver of the car trousers wet with tears, he disappeared without a trace together with creatura.Nessuno vide.Il public lighting lamp post them died. 
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The story of Jacob
Nobody knew where it was done by Jacob when he refused to fight.
There were those who said that he had died, who was said to have embarked on a long journey, those who said that it was reduced to being little more than a bum.
The truth is that they are all right.
Jacob was dead, had died in his old leather that had taken off like a snake.
now wandered The world apparently aimlessly, with no desire or direction.
Since he refused to fight were many things that his eyes had seen the tall white mountains, deep valleys, wetlands, deserts and forests more red than green.
Since then, most had not cut his hair, not carrying neither shield nor sword, and was wearing a torn dress, brown and purple. His days not spent the same as before, were now completely new and frighteningly unpredictable. knew that every single day could die for the attack of a bear or for a foreigner too aggressive, he also knew that every day could suffer hunger or thirst, cold and loneliness, yet it never happens. Not because no escaping these fears, and they had no reason to chase.
Jacob had learned a lot watching that ran through the streets day after day, he had learned to listen to the song of the stars, that only very few hear, he learned to speak the language of water that murmurs and again, that of the earth who speaks to the silence, the air whispering in the ears fast, and the crackling of the fire that his wisdom.
He had learned the language of the world, and making This had learned the language himself, his inner stars, water, land, air and fire flowing in your body and in his veins.
It had been many moons since he had decided not to fight, and that time the world was his teacher and had met many people in his way and he had loved many women as they love cats.
Now the world wanted him to go through a desert, had long since learned to listen and to accept the advice and the stories they told him, and so one night he decided to enter the desert of Morgana.
penetrated the edge of the desert when the crescent moon was high in the sky, and the snakes come out to hunt up its own prey, then lay on the highest dune and slept under the curious eyes of the starry sky.
Jacob was already awake when the sun had crossed the border mountains, and took his bundle walked 'to the heart of the desert.
Only a fool would willingly penetrated toward the center of the desert in broad daylight, but Jacob was a fool because they do not comply with the laws of men or to those of the mind.
After hours of walking the sweat dripping over his eyes and prevented him from seeing what was around in then he stopped.
The landscape was monotonous, always large sand dunes orange wrapped in a sea of \u200b\u200blight and sand.
Jacob sat down and looked a shadow on the horizon.
He was a tall pretty much like him, and coming towards him. Only when he came up he realized that the man was wearing a heavy black robe, and his face the color of the pearl was not even breaking a sweat.
asked him who he was and he said, are the Death
His eyes were penetrating and blacks and seems to want to stick in those of Jacob.
spoke again and asked him if he wanted to challenge him, if he won he would spare his life, if he lost he would go with him.
Jacob thought about what happened to him during his life, his experiences and saw him like a river rushing through colorful, saw his childhood, his youth, his first love, he felt the warmth of the hot June sun and the winter cold that tempers the spirit. In his mind he saw his parents, his grandmother's smile, the swords of his companions and the sky when it rains and the sun shines.
His heart was full of life, his mind free, she realized that His eyes were wet, stood look death in the face and spread his arms horizontally to the chest showing the claws of the alien, without putting any resistance.
Death wield 'a long curved sickle and fired the shot with great force and determination in the chest.
Jacob heard the deafening roar of thunder, and found himself on the ground.
around him was no longer the desert, but the village from which the forest was gone. His clothing was torn on the chest but his body was not injured.
In his right hand clutching a golden key.
realized that all men are immortal. 
Nobody knew where it was done by Jacob when he refused to fight.
There were those who said that he had died, who was said to have embarked on a long journey, those who said that it was reduced to being little more than a bum.
The truth is that they are all right.
Jacob was dead, had died in his old leather that had taken off like a snake.
now wandered The world apparently aimlessly, with no desire or direction.
Since he refused to fight were many things that his eyes had seen the tall white mountains, deep valleys, wetlands, deserts and forests more red than green.
Since then, most had not cut his hair, not carrying neither shield nor sword, and was wearing a torn dress, brown and purple. His days not spent the same as before, were now completely new and frighteningly unpredictable. knew that every single day could die for the attack of a bear or for a foreigner too aggressive, he also knew that every day could suffer hunger or thirst, cold and loneliness, yet it never happens. Not because no escaping these fears, and they had no reason to chase.
Jacob had learned a lot watching that ran through the streets day after day, he had learned to listen to the song of the stars, that only very few hear, he learned to speak the language of water that murmurs and again, that of the earth who speaks to the silence, the air whispering in the ears fast, and the crackling of the fire that his wisdom.
He had learned the language of the world, and making This had learned the language himself, his inner stars, water, land, air and fire flowing in your body and in his veins.
It had been many moons since he had decided not to fight, and that time the world was his teacher and had met many people in his way and he had loved many women as they love cats.
Now the world wanted him to go through a desert, had long since learned to listen and to accept the advice and the stories they told him, and so one night he decided to enter the desert of Morgana.
penetrated the edge of the desert when the crescent moon was high in the sky, and the snakes come out to hunt up its own prey, then lay on the highest dune and slept under the curious eyes of the starry sky.
Jacob was already awake when the sun had crossed the border mountains, and took his bundle walked 'to the heart of the desert.
Only a fool would willingly penetrated toward the center of the desert in broad daylight, but Jacob was a fool because they do not comply with the laws of men or to those of the mind.
After hours of walking the sweat dripping over his eyes and prevented him from seeing what was around in then he stopped.
The landscape was monotonous, always large sand dunes orange wrapped in a sea of \u200b\u200blight and sand.
Jacob sat down and looked a shadow on the horizon.
He was a tall pretty much like him, and coming towards him. Only when he came up he realized that the man was wearing a heavy black robe, and his face the color of the pearl was not even breaking a sweat.
asked him who he was and he said, are the Death
His eyes were penetrating and blacks and seems to want to stick in those of Jacob.
spoke again and asked him if he wanted to challenge him, if he won he would spare his life, if he lost he would go with him.
Jacob thought about what happened to him during his life, his experiences and saw him like a river rushing through colorful, saw his childhood, his youth, his first love, he felt the warmth of the hot June sun and the winter cold that tempers the spirit. In his mind he saw his parents, his grandmother's smile, the swords of his companions and the sky when it rains and the sun shines.
His heart was full of life, his mind free, she realized that His eyes were wet, stood look death in the face and spread his arms horizontally to the chest showing the claws of the alien, without putting any resistance.
Death wield 'a long curved sickle and fired the shot with great force and determination in the chest.
Jacob heard the deafening roar of thunder, and found himself on the ground.
around him was no longer the desert, but the village from which the forest was gone. His clothing was torn on the chest but his body was not injured.
In his right hand clutching a golden key.
realized that all men are immortal.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Soft Mattress Arm Pain
Mourning
cyclists Calabrian Hello friends, good rides in the blue sky.
Today I go out racing bike for my usual round but with a different spirit, with mourning and with his arm draped in the bike mourning. Unfortunately
December 5 died in a horrible car accident, a group of cyclists from Calabria. Group, which like ours, runs down the street.
could happen to anyone of us.
cyclists Calabrian Hello friends, good rides in the blue sky.
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