at the fair since I was the only squadron of Genoese, starting directly on Modena. Saturday morning, backpackers and saddle Butt I left my warm bed and went to the appointment with Sarah: Yeah, I used a ride to Milan. The train to Modena
started with 70 'of late and has accumulated 30 more on the way, but I managed to get to a meeting where I met two guys from Forlì and Lucca (sorry, but I do not remember your names ...).
Like any self-respecting boys festggiato Iride arrived late, but the wait was not terrible, sitting on the wall the sun was a god! Bike wheels on the square, Walter said the race ("please, read carefully the manifest "...), and go! Here we go! First Check Point, where we will receive the manifest, it is written on a sheet behind a wall.
Since I know where it came from the station via Kosice, but still uses the wheel Matte, Modena, part of that great career. The leading group is great: there are, among others, Van Gogh, Sitton and Hekto ... the group is promising.
Manifest grabbed the fly. I would stop watching the points on paper, but this is clearly not appropriate: the train has already left! But it is broken down in the wrong direction, because the Brico to be taken last. Precious minutes lost, we must recover! And as a sol'uomo cross the center of Modena, the first two stamps on the manifest, more pictures with the lions. also give us a bag briuttissima military ... but at least there is water inside.
Now the train moves to the countryside, crosses a guard rail, crosses another train smart cyclists who apparently did not miss a turn in early, flying on the bike path, jams and change direction on a flyover. Third check, snacks and tofu, then the deck of the path, and then not know, I do not remember. I think the following was the basketball court, then Brico.
This time it's that good, and coming on top of the ramp to first set the boy with the Venetian bdc, but the group is still huge and it seems impossible scrollarselo off, also because precisely, we are following all the people of Modena. (After the second shot of vodka) we receive the envelope with the address of the last check on the street where every month there is a Criterium, but they never came, and then (again) I have to trust to the instinct of others. We're back to the Venetian and I arrive first in the sprint, with all the other wheel ... but it is not over: there are to cover the last km to the Hub where, perhaps, we will be coming.
Fortunately, the path is almost entirely national, and traffic on the Saturday afternoon group creams. We I, Sitton, Laura and the Veneto. There is agreement, and we fly together to victory. Perhaps we should leave the first place Sitton: We're at the end only because of him! But when we arrived at the gate and I saw the Venetian I followed the shooting by instinct.
In short, the first ever (and out of town), the first drive, first brakeless and the first woman all in the first 4 positions ... I would say that it is something quite unusual! I eat a little 'hands if you think that with a minimum of reactivity in the more I won the first prize. But that is enough.
race went, it is thought only to the party. The Hub is great! The bikes hanging from the ceiling, neon yellow that can create shadows on the walls, the music, the 20 meters of pizza, pictures. They have really created a nice niche these crazy Modena, and I hope I have honored their birthday in the best way. I have a little 'bitterness because in the end, this race, I did almost nothing except shoot and pass the bottle of water to those who had thirst. But the idea of \u200b\u200bAlleycat considerations will be next week.
Now I just enjoy this unexpected podium, thanking everyone really heart: by the organizers of accident victims, from DJ to pizza, I slept on the couch (the yellow) to Butch, my beautiful bike in The 58 km run in 1:57 a.m. 'has never complained.
PS: The biggest compliments go out to the girls who played, played and sang after dinner. Really good, beautiful staging. If anyone knows it please send my compliments.
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