Joined Dec 2020
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Italy
I got my new V4S out for a run into the wild into the hills into the still bleak trees and cold first day of Spring.
Vineyards look like ancient graveyards but soon they'll explode with life and the promise of wine.
When the Italians say "hairpin," they're not messing around. This spot's got 8 in a row & I found myself up and down them thrice for practice today. I tell you the clutch is your friend getting on the gas out of the tight rights. I've got to get the slop out of the throttle with those silicon rings deals.
Tempest in the distance blew in a 45F breeze. No railing on the gas today, but leaning in on this curve I had to stop and look at it a minute.
Some spots take my breath away, I can't believe my eyes, trees erupting with blossoms. The locals say, "You're from California?! Ohh gosh golly, fek, I want to go there, why are we stuck here in this boring place?" Who wants to trade? I think we should do a home exchange program.
Capping off the day I got up one of those peaks with a monastery teetering on some impossible perch. There was an elderly cyclist carving up this hill on his bicycle, helmet-less & white hair cranking churning, and puffing by as I snapped this shot. Bravo. This is standard stuff here. These old dudes are made out of stainless steel. 70 something 80 something, they keep riding. So much awesome.
This is what my day looked like. Sunset, temps dropped to 6C and I tapped out & snuck back home.
Vineyards look like ancient graveyards but soon they'll explode with life and the promise of wine.
When the Italians say "hairpin," they're not messing around. This spot's got 8 in a row & I found myself up and down them thrice for practice today. I tell you the clutch is your friend getting on the gas out of the tight rights. I've got to get the slop out of the throttle with those silicon rings deals.
Tempest in the distance blew in a 45F breeze. No railing on the gas today, but leaning in on this curve I had to stop and look at it a minute.
Some spots take my breath away, I can't believe my eyes, trees erupting with blossoms. The locals say, "You're from California?! Ohh gosh golly, fek, I want to go there, why are we stuck here in this boring place?" Who wants to trade? I think we should do a home exchange program.
Capping off the day I got up one of those peaks with a monastery teetering on some impossible perch. There was an elderly cyclist carving up this hill on his bicycle, helmet-less & white hair cranking churning, and puffing by as I snapped this shot. Bravo. This is standard stuff here. These old dudes are made out of stainless steel. 70 something 80 something, they keep riding. So much awesome.
This is what my day looked like. Sunset, temps dropped to 6C and I tapped out & snuck back home.
