Life on a roll
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It could be because of the memories of when I was a kid, and every weekend at my grandfather's countryside house I had a chance to explore the unknown. I remember the old gravel roads, the endless lines of the poplars and the fields that went farther than I could ever reach on my little green Legnano bicycle.
That was a long time ago.
I always felt same the joy at discovering lesser known back roads, only the music of the wind in my ears. Then a few years back I thought my back problems would prevent me from ever enjoying this again. How wrong I was! Today I'm in my best shape ever, and can't wait for the time of the day when I'm flying propelled only by my own strength, the bike an extension of my body, trusting the grip of my tires and always trying to go a little bit faster and a little further away. And I learned that sometimes when one thinks all is lost and gone, the best has still to come.
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"Leave cyclists a lane"
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