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Endurus interruptus

Come on, come on, the title of this post as he called Navaho: Endurus interruptus!

Photo 1: Navaho left and Alves ... check the path.

You should know that by sailing to the usual site of enduro crazy, I take the offer on the fly Alves of expensive to attend a full day enduro. And I do not mean a Saturday or Sunday, but a quiet Thursday at the threshold of summer: Thursday, May 18.

Photo 2: I am there I also, in back of the group to eat dust.

Exit with Navaho and Alves is not exactly a walk, here for sure, push and sometimes it's hard to stay on the path to what may be tight ... and do not deny that a few days before a bit 'of fear there.

Photo 3: stop at that Valli.

However, no more talk, the meeting is at eight, on the outskirts of Schio, destination .... booooooh ... does not matter what matters is to do enduro!

warm us a bit 'with quiet trails near Magrè, then go up more and more, and Valleys Pasubio Recoaro.

Photo 4: always in the districts of Valli.

The resort I do not remember, let alone, but the places and paths traveled are fabulous. Just on a mule, I found myself in trouble, but I left alone and helpless.


Photo 5: Rest and beverage at a fort.


6: control of the tape prepared for the third round of the Enduro triveneto.


7: mica are not going up there, right?
8: beverage in this hot day.
Photo 9: Me and Alves.
Photo 10: the landslide near Recoaro refuge - Guard, we arrived here on foot!
Photo 11: the caterpillars refreshed ... and who now starts after eating pasta with venison sauce?
Photo 12: let's start from, but before a pompatina ...

Photo 13: sad ending, a jump during the swing arm pivot is broken. Thanks to Alves, the passage to his house to pick up the car with the cart, climb up to Recoaro and then take me home.
Photo 14: the object to blame for everything!
Photo 15 here during the bike repair home made ... now everything is already arranged!

High Esr, High Wbc Count

Enduro relax

The desire to increase endurance and relaxation, so me and the Bomber we take half day leave us for another ride bikes after last Sunday May 10.

Although the goal is always the same (the plateau), I plan on paper a tour of about 50 km of unpaved net, between Pau and nozzle Monte Corno, trying to pass in those paths that Sunday we will have to beat retreating to the snow this! A small challenge, in short!

We start at 13.45 with a full tank and reset the odometer. Replace the bitumen of the ten turns of Cost is a reef that sooner or later have to overcome, finding an alternative that is not forbidden a cart.

Once at altitude, after twenty miles, a path closed prevents us from passing, not much for snow, but for the presence of loggers who are "cleaning" the forest, cutting a lot 'of plants. We make a brief stop [Image 01].

Scorraziamo here and there, you stop, you talk, do some photos [02 photos: the Bomber to clean, but has not yet proved true enduro where sometimes wallows in the mud].

THE PATH CAN NOT arrive at rope
Source tried to challenge the snowy street to be able to double the Boscon and then return to Pau. The bomber slips into an alternative path, checking the map and it seems ok.

he gets a bit 'with difficulty, but because of his sweet delivery always arrives BMW [Photo 03 Bomber in action]. I, thanks to strong piece, I have no problems. At a junction take the left, the map shows me an easier path. Climb, climb but then the trail disappears, is no longer marked ... and the bottom is hidden by countless dry trunks that with the weight of snow have fallen. No way!

Let's go back and decide to turn right. After a hundred meters begin to go down. At the beginning is easy, but then you bastard, and the slope increases. Given the path, and the fact that trace would not be so trivial, I turn to my companion, "Do you feel down on this side?" - "It is from" - brave, I think! So we start to decline as well. What was once a road passable by even a Panda now has a rather narrow groove. Nature surrounds us, the light comes very filtered, and large stones, tree trunks and roots prevail on earth. You can dance!

At this point it would be very difficult to trace. We stop. Carry-over, more or less, the exchange that follows:
- I'm going to walk down the street to see if I can find!
- Why do not we go back?
- Think do it, you see ok?
- Bheèèèè, we have come up before, why should not we do it again?
- Look, this is another path, we did not come over here!
- Of course, you do not see that there are signs on the ground?
- not ours!

Silence! [Image 04, the Bomber perplexed!]

The situation is not impossible, but difficult, yet the map showed a way out, so I realize that Bomber has a good sense of direction!

go down on foot in some parts slide in boots and proceed with the ass, until I seem to see the road. Yes, There is the road. I stop for a moment, the tension goes away! Go back, terrible breath, take a couple of photo [05 photos: you can see the smile and the slope liberating?]. Get down: I'm staying in the saddle, with the engine off cascading rocks and trees, the bomber decided to bike to the side. In ten minutes we are out. After rounding the Boscon!

I leave him the way, is enough for today, we decide to return. We come down to wave at total 60 km of land. I get home at 18.45: 130 km!

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Change knobs

Today I learned another.

Last night I go down in the garage and I am going to remove the old and mangled knobs on my XR. So just take off the gas, I notice that has the word "diam. 24". Well, I say. Checking the new still packaged and read: diam. 22. ARGH! The usual, material change [pity that I failed to read the size of the other, because the package will not let me].

Without opening new ones let it be "BACK TO THE STORE TOMORROW to change."

So, coming soon discover that the throttle has a diameter of 24, while the other is 22. Ta-tannnn! Ocjo is!
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