The initial idea was not bad. The "Milani Group, led by Diablo, he would be in Borgo Priolo area (to be precise in location 'Torrazzetta) for a ride of sixty miles. I, Alexander, Alexander (yes', another Alexander, then there were 2 out of 4 in our group. Needless to note that this configuration was well suited to the area where we moved, on the border of Alexandria) and Matthias them Instead we engaged starting from Case Gerola, then adding a total of about forty km to their journey.
Our tour, note the mangy, especially small and useless appendix of Mondondone
Organize the path for the meeting would have been impossible for me to venture. But we had a group Alessandro "TomTom" Nostrils, a man - a map. One that 'look at a map of the Brianza and in a few minutes' capacity to draw a path for secondary roads which decimeter estimate accurately the length and height difference. In other words, a guarantee, if you count that then these are your areas. So 'we park the car shortly after the release of Casey Gerola, download the "beasts" and we start to walk behind our cheerful tread.
Alessandro TomTom
We had no pero 'come to terms with two factors: the fog the pathological topography of the area. The fog and 'an ugly beast to anyone. Disfigures the landscape and makes it unrecognizable even the streets of your own home. The topography dell'Oltrepo 'Then, the' killer. At each intersection there is' an indication to the place you want to reach. In fact, in Oltrepo 'each cluster built and' reachable from every other conglomerate built. Too bad that it gives no indication Street account of the altimeter. In short, what it takes to make signs like "Rocca de Giorgi: 14 km 250m Hm."? I mean 'there is much talk of green projects and bike paths but do we want to do, before that, the information cycle? Indications that you inevitably bump into on the streets of most traffic and also give you a minimum of information in more 'on what to expect: a long straight flat road or a micragnosa and knotted up and down?
Bends down and
Otherwise 'you're gonna get a Mondondone obvious, no? You can see it from the map above, Mondondone, and 'that sort of scribble down the red line of the route, as if the surveyor had momentarily fallen asleep with a pen on paper after Codevilla. He will be 'dormant, not us. We were just Codevilla, just out of the fog of misty low, and were trying to reach in time Torrazzetta to join the "group Milani.
After "downtown Codevilla" Alessandro tip sharply to the left, the road goes down a bit '. Booyah! ... But then begins to rise and more 'halls' tightens, more' halls' are narrower and more 'is steepening. You can not 'ride sitting' cause the bike rears up and if it stands up to the wheel slitta.Insomm, an agony. At one point we cling to the parking lot of a farm just before the town to seek the answer to a fundamental question: after the village but the road (or rather, the vertical segment of asphalt) continues or ends them '? We'll never know. In fact, we decide that we have had enough of this ridiculous effort to return towards Codevilla to request information. We find that the best way passing through the cemetery or perhaps merciful pawn shows us this direction by noting our terms after the failed attack on Mondondone.
The climb to the peak with 18%
fact is that we're late for an appointment with the other: we are in Montalto Pavese. Here I make an unforgivable mistake. I say to Alexander (TomTom) "they leave and they told us to join them in Montalto Pavese". Ouch ... I see a light in his eyes light up, "then we have to hurry .." What I interpret it right now: I gave him an excuse to give a frenetic pace to our "trip". And so 'e'. From here in Montalto Pavese (which in fact reached Fornacette and by 'just a little rise bastard not bad) and' pull a unique approach in the slight slope of the hill you ride more than 27 kmh and the slope is covered with a cheerful speed 'of 14 kmh. I sbanfo and puff and curse once more 'in order that the pouches will be revealed soon completely useless.
A Montalto there 'no one and, of course, there's no' even network coverage to contact the fugitives. So 'we opt for an alternative route: it goes up to Mount Caramel and then falls. And 'the sun came out, finally, and this season the streets dell'Oltrepo' is a sight: doth all the colors of autumn. Montalto and from 'a long descent that winds through the hills. We really fun to brush curves even if the road surface and 'really merciless with dropouts, but above all with our bottoms.
Once in the valley floor back to Carmine. The road rises gently first, then gradually slopes become more 'series. At the beginning chatting happily in 4, then gradually one after the other three items are switched off and the end, only Alexander to comment on a solo climb. We listen very carefully and with great sensitivity 'to avoid upsetting his soliloquy rather pointing out some heavy sigh stages more' dialectical.
I, then, are dramatic in reserve. Sara 'the lack of training, will be' poor breakfast, short dream sandwiches. At this juncture one can imagine the mythical pouches come into play. ERROR! The pouches, when needed, not needed. Nothing to do, I keep thinking about supplies of all kinds. But when I came to imagine the caponata with cabbage I realized it was indeed the case to make a stop. Like a mirage bar appears on the pass (which never comes .... in my condition). A sandwich with coca me up in the saddle.
da Costa Knights and the descent into Fortunago Godiasco
From here we decide that it 's time to point the bow toward self, toward Casei Gerola. The program therefore provides for: a bit down '(hopefully soon) valley until Godiasco and from there to' hit state in a slight descent to the car. Up to Godiasco all right: there are only a couple of collars too, but after all the hard work and 'on. From Godiasco however, the fun begins. The legendary wind rider, what you got in your face always, we welcome with joy as soon as the road levels.
The journey Oltrepo '
now we have passed the threshold of 90 km and my reserves of energy are really weak. I'm sneaking behind the tread, and when it is time to take over take the opportunity to write a subsidiary distracted behind the wheel and make a sign of assent and staid who convinced me before motioning as if to say "Go quiet , You can go ahead "and let me take it off. So the real rider friendly. And fortunately I do so 'because' at some point along this maze of country roads that have carried out every 200 meters and always against the wind, Alessandro 2, the long-distance rider to race, begins to pull a train at 36-37 mph. Controvento. I only have the strength to shout "u '... but are you crazy?" before being disconnected inexorably. Fortunately, Alexander 1, 'other things, pity' for me and induces long-distance rider at a pace more 'human. After the usual sequence of signs bastards ("Case Gerola 5" ... and after a while': "Casey Gerola 7" and so ' on) finally sighted the car.
Back in Milan 117 km and 1350m in altitude the cabbages, the respectable average of almost 27 mph. Unfortunately, the topography dell'Oltrepo bastard 'has prevented us from docking to the group Milani. Until next time.
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