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CHRONICLE OF ONE PEDALED

Appointment Saturday July 22 nd 2006 to her times 9.00 to Briancon!

We meet in the parking lot in front of the doors of the old city the whole company of the Sporting Group SCALDAMOZZI GORNATE, of which do also part my magnificent head Gianni P. and my colleague Marco M.che you/they have invited me as official photographer asking to do me them a photographic (the photos of this page make part of it) service that will launch them both in the world of the televendites of integrating for sporting! In truth I/you/they have gatecrashed me to kill the week end but I take advantage for going off some photos to the bicyclists.

The group immediately seems me in harmony, varying the athletes' ages, an only woman (Fantastic ROBERTA) that my eternal admiration will have seen the run that she has done in bike and that I have done labors to do in car! All dress him for the competition, they prepare the bikes and they assemble him for the competition been born as one pedaled among friends and arrived to be the symptom of the clinic "anxiety from performance" of the bicyclists. I have never seen an official competition but I assure you that this to eye doesn't have anything to envy in fact of material ultratecnologici, mega-aerodynamic... a lot of fashion stylist...

Riccardo and I salt on ours trusted Free Lander bordeaux with the four sticker dark on the plate and abassato the back lunotto prepares there to the releases. Rik to the guide and me with the objective in hand I start to go off some photos to the safety car and to his/her pilots to heat me.

Pedals her it begins and they start to form him the various groups: In head Mark Mazza (forces Marcoooo!) with Joseph Casarini (what it will keep on asking me the water bottle for the whole run... I am sorry Joseph but I don't have water and the maximum one that I can do you/he/she is to call the others that are serenely strolling about to Briancon), Bongiolatti, Mentasti and Castiglioni. It follows the second group composed from the rest of the company, driven by Roberto Cazzani. In tail my mythical head and the Sig. Mardegan (in mountan bike!), I believe the only ones to face this pedaled "with calm."

Mentasti, Bongiolatti and Casarini (what it will release to the beginning of the final slope) actually conduct the group of 7/8 bicyclists to when also they surrender to the work and they make him take from Monetta, Longhi and Calandro.

But work starts to make himself/herself/themselves feel from everybody! Someone asks us hopelessly water, somebody else a sandwich with the salami, somebody else still to be hauled with the car but us we are busy to immortalize these images of competitive and sporting spirit that will make to enter the history the bicyclists of the Sporting Group SCALDAMOZZI GORNATE!

Mentasti and Bongiolatti surrender in the last 500 meters and you/they are reached by Longhi and Calandro that will cut the finishing line for first.

Pian pianinos arrive all, that labors!! My crocerossina spirit emerges the press-photographer that is me suffocating and quickly I assists Fulvio with the ache of teeth furnishing him the inevitable Aulin and Massimo Bongiolatti with the Polase. I am sorry for Massimo: no sandwich with the salami!

Ah... in the meantime the safeties car has also arrived, have had to leave the beautiful Briancon to bring water and to assist the bicyclists in the final line but above all to inflate the arc that marked the destination, the arrival, the end of the competition! Ehm... because of an incident "the experts of the inflatable one" I am

arrived late and the first bicyclists have cut the finishing line without arc but ago nothing... of however it is not their guilt for the delay: the van is stopped too much in trouble for the hard slope, the alien ones have tried to take possession some body of Roberto Barcella while a swarm of grasshoppers has attacked Simone. As usual only after have known that Roberto was toasting with the beer to is not known what and that Simone was broccolando with some francesines!

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(IN EARTH FRANCESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

ORDER OF ARRIVAL:

Category Under 45: Longhi (1 now and 43 minutes), Calandro (one hour and 45 minutes), Bongiolatti, Mentasti and Casarini

Category Over 45: Perucconi Junior, Roberto Cazzani. To this intention specify for duty of chronicle, that Roberto Cazzani has pedaled and Worked in how much its telephone has not stopped ringing! I am sorry for Perucconi and for the others but it needs to say the truth: Cazzani would also have torn us in car.... if only its bike had pedaled alone!

Black sweaters: my supercapo Giovanni Ponti, Stephen Mardegan arrived after three hours and half. Also quà for duty of chronicle (and not because the Bridges it is the head.... Respects!) but the sig Mardegan has actually been behind at the end for then to overcome the Bridges with the deception proper to the arrival! Then we say at least: black sweater ex equitable! To notice that the sweaters neresono arrived fresh as of the just cultured roses!!!

The bicyclists still have wants to pedal (but the road is in descent this time!) and they go in bike to the restaurant while we wait that the black sweaters arrive. Let's see them emerge behind a you return, we incite their arrival and just cut the finishing line we get off the arc and we follow (us always in car and them always in bike) them hungry and tired.

In attended that all finish taking the shower we decide to take a beer to the near baracchino... but only because it is very warm and we are very thirsty and since water is scarce and in France it doesn't rain we think about doing a favor to the "mangiarane" leaving that primary good everything to them. While we are starting there toward the restaurant Mark it makes me notice the bottles of wine white harvest in fresh in the fountain really in front of the restaurant... I would say that the premises are excellent!

The restaurant is really nice, clean and well furnished, very elegant and I must say pleasant and elegant but is the service that the kitchen they have need to be seen again. The lunch is with the formula "to sideboard", with all the dishes on the table of entry but the quantities they are scarce in fact the food won't be enough for the hungry athletes that will stop out of the place to eat bread and salami. And then.... the ham!!! But porca poverty that poor ham sectioned in Barbaric way instead whether to gently be affected! Really savory... excellent and beautiful the idea to put him/it whole to "disposition" of the clients... but only idea was beautiful, would have been better to already serve him/it affected and not to leave him/it to the total devastation! Apart the ham, there was a vast quantity of dishes: appetizers of meat and fish, carbonara in broth?, and "beef" as second, edges of potatoes and to end frozen cake! ...the digestive? 9 European to glass... but daltronde thing we had to digest? Wine was decidedly good: a white in which his/her component distinguished him "green" very strong. The taste is soft, I believe thanks above all to the contribution of the mature grapes of the second vintage that it usually happens to half October while the perfumes of this wine are given as a present from the consequential a little mature and sour grapes from the first vintage. Also quì however to make a note: a bottle cannot be destined for table and enough, perhaps needed to explain to the refreshing ones that was a lunch between friends and not a tasting with analysis sensoriale and combining driven food-wine! I believe that the greatest part of the people they were for being in company there, to make a po of caciara, to eat and to drink well and in quantity... would have had more success bread and cheese, salamis and ham instead that the pottage and the salad of surini! However I believe both been all right everything the same, has been a pleasant lunch for the company!

The duet Cazzani Carluccio and Franco Frattini play accompanied by the voice Fabio Ghiringhelli and all they follow and they tune up the musts of the Italian melodious tradition of the type

The uselin de the housewife. And some down volea to fly The uselin de the housewife. The uselin de the housewife... flies on the spales... the uselin sbatea the ales. ....

I also praise for our country with a Brothers of Italy... in truth I believe has sung him because of the world ones of I kick in fact immediately after the Marsiglese has been tuned up followed by the new hymn POO POPOPOPOPOOOO POOOO!

And' really very attractive and also very crowded, the shops almost all sell souvenir and in particolar way strikes me a beaver of plush that sings a song of the Fool'ses Garden, Lemon tree, that obviously will buy of hidden from Riccardo! My friend and colleague as well as defaulting of Mark Mazza, Moraine will buy a bracelet while Mark, Simone and Bob will buy... a beer! We reach late obviously the pulman in comparison to the appointment so much that almost we don't succeed in greeting them. Mark and Moraine climb run on the pulman and the group it departs.

And' is a very nice day, pleasant, the more excellent company: all very nice ones, kind and of company. I obviously thank Mark and the Bridges to have involved me in this trip.

The organizers: I Mark Club, Giovanni Ponti, the sig. Bloodhounds, Carluccio and Roberto Cazzani, the sig. Peter and the sig. Frattini (these last 5 have also made the sopraluogo for make sure himself/herself/themselves some characteristics of the place).