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Now it's time to talk about it. I have not done so far for good luck, for fear that talking could make something happen then I would have slowed, leaving the span in the air. That is why earlier this year I said "if I do this year at least 2000 km public argument, otherwise not." Now that they are already nearly 2500 km I have to keep the promise I had made. Here I am talking about this last great passion, that really is not much lately.

I've always had a love affair with the bicycle as a child. As often happens, however, the great passions can also lead to fractures and long periods away endless. Just happened to me when my old bike hanging on a nail at the age of 18 years, after adventurous summers on my cyclo-cross and hill climbs care Dolomites, began a period of reluctance to the pedals so as not to make me not even own a bicycle to go downtown to shop. Car or scooter, there were no alternatives. I attribute this situation to a lazy person in my gradual, due to fatigue rather than any other, though minimal, motor activity generated in a heavy smoker who was I to this year. The beginning of the end of the bike and smoking are associated with double-locked to each other, this is not discussed. The fact is that, as the good Antonio in one of his rhymes urlatissime kiss "some love do not end, are of immense speed and then come back," I had my flashback to the two wheels are not motorized.

What has been gradual. Prior to my 31st birthday the proper Gianca got a nice bike man, black, elegant good for many occasions. This allowed me to get closer a bit 'to the pleasure of the bicycle fork. The real turning point, however, dates from last summer, when Laura has always been a lover of bikes and always motivated to do something for my health, decided to start it with the bike ride: "Why do not we buy the bike race? Think how nice if we had the race bike. Then we buy the bike race." After my initial aversion and categorically false, I re-engage the left half that had fascinated me since childhood. I remember well when the bike was the gift of promotion at school, was synonymous with independence, synonymous with summer. A little 'in the same spirit last summer I experienced the wonderful feeling of entering a bicycle shop, as I did with Mom and Dad, to choose the right one, with that spawning of emotion that comes when you are about to discard a good long-awaited gift.

From that day the Betta (this is the first name) came into my life in a constant and continuous. During the summer I gained confidence with the medium, then this winter I started to get serious in the same week that I quit smoking, not a public event in this post from six months January 20, 2010, the day of ' last cigarette! So time spent by the end of January to count to do now is 2500 km of cycling and 0 cigarettes. The way to go on the road to cycle home is still very long, I'm trying to follow it step by step, thanks to the advice of my personal coach Ivo, suggesting that follows me at a distance workouts and routes, I set small goals to be achieved gradually. The first I met and celebrated with this post, the next course, I keep promising myself to myself and the reader, to publish it as soon as it materialized.

Meanwhile, add a small handbook of beginner cyclist, I have gained in recent months of km cycled astride my trusty steed in 20 reports.

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Jeff Beck # 1

A 18-20 years could not bear it, I found "inaccurate, sloppy, dirty, too instinctive, with sounds annoying, too" clumsy ". And I did not understand why the vast majority of interviews of great guitarists, Jeff Beck was appointed as an influence, even as often obvious, ancestral imperative.

Probably the passing years, but now revere. I saw the light.

To begin with, get this:

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Over a year of dust in the pictures profile I also still have long hair.

Meanwhile, I changed the layout.

Maybe I'll change a little 'cutting of the blog.

We hope that the thrust of modernization is specific and not to finish writing the next post in over a year.

In this regard, I do the alarm:





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It was Spain!

Somebody had to win the blue legacy, unattended football with so much nonsense from our delegation in South Africa and in the end it fell to Spain. Yesterday evening, the former captain Cannavaro sadly handed the golden cup in an attempt to remedy the nth fool of FIFA Blatter before the world, putting an end to a chapter of our history however memorable football. Let's face it: has anyone ever thought for one second that Italy would win this World Cup? Not me. I do not say in hindsight as an "I told you so" more of a discount, but you just saw leaving that Italy did not have the numbers to join this world leading. Without going into meetings missed, the wrong pink or considerations which I leave to the CT bar, enough for the eyes of the eleven on the pitch, the lack of conviction the pre-World to make us understand that we would not have gone far. Then we do things Italian-style, coming last in what was probably the easiest group of the whole world, but you know, or do things in a big way or not do. Pass the turn and exit in the second round or the quarter would have been too trivial, better get out now and with a bang. The good thing is that now is a new champion of the world, better than old acquaintances already decorated for which I have no great sympathy. Beautiful new and all-European final, I mean beautiful on paper, because at the level of the game was a bore, but looking a bit 'all over the world that even if we did not see a great football, we did intense and entertaining matches live mainly in the final minutes, with some recovery at the last minute and some incredible comeback (how beautiful the words to the courtly Bruno Pizzul !!!). Loved the fact that the first African world has seen a new world champion, though, romantically, it would be nice to see the semi-finals in Ghana, which has failed as a matter of millimeters. This world will leave less bitterness and less hassle of other editions (like the farce of 2002) and we'll remember for a number of things more or less unpleasant from vuvuzelas, to get to the Italo-German octopus (it was discovered that was caught on the island of Elba), says the football results. Now we return to

talk about football in our house, the market, those who go and those who remain, and cups of derby, the atmosphere of orphans worldwide, for the eternal children like me, you always brings a little 'to the summers of 20 years ago, when the matches were only those of the National TV and a few others. The magic of football to find you lived in very few circumstances, and this allows us to fix memories of places and people that otherwise would have forgotten. Certain knowledge from vacation, some hotels of the sea where you would not know even if he had stayed we would not have seen this game unforgettable. The world for now has not lost its charm and its character, not least of all, and even today you can live with eyes as a child watching the ball, rather than as an adult watching football, unlike football overdose winter, of which we could never do without, but for which we had to barter a bit 'of our genuine emotions, in exchange for coverage of Pay-per-view movies and HD.