Posts tagged "dirt"
Words & pictures by Cello La notte delle Seghe fa una paura. Fottuta. A tutti. Per questo prendi su e cerchi di fuggire. Sulle montagne: "Magari non mi beccano, non c'è neanche la radio transistor". Ma poi cosa trovi? colori pazzi crocs di benvenuto tramonti sfumati ungulati sbranati dai lupi saputelli brianzoli flair Basta e avanza...
Words by Cello | Pictures by Cello, Clava, Fisto & Visconte Cobram LuCani Sciolti “There aren’t actually any hiking, trail or topographic maps about Basilicata, sir… You could try with the IGM’s maps but most of them date back to the ‘70s… ‘l m’ha dìc inscì ‘l me soci sü a la VEL. “Quindi ciccia!” - I replied. But l’internette and i compiuter have given us a huge amount...
Words by Visconte Cobram / Pictures by Visconte Cobram & Cello STOKED, SO STOKED, STOKE-O-METER, STOKE DROPPER. Ho un telefono nuovo che fa le foto belle, ho fatto un sacco di foto. Son diversi mesi che con Cello si dice di fare un giro insieme, ogni tanto ci proviamo, si apre una chat e si ragiona di tracciati ecc. Al Sabba dello Stirone Cello butta li l’idea di...
Words by Guido / Pictures by Cello / Archive material by the Gazzaniga Family “Me and your mom, in the seventies, in winter time at night, we used to take a lift up to Passo d’Eira and then going down the road with sleds, it was funny, we had to carry a torch in the mouth just to let the drivers know we were coming down.”1 Livigno2 stands at the top...
Words by Ila / Pictures by Ila, Pagha & Clava Best ideas (or worst, it depends on your point of view) comes to me unexpectedly. When I share them with friends they contribute to improve them (or worsen, it depends on your point of view). So one day, while I was thinking about my next 33th birthday, I decided to celebrate it with a 333 km bike ride. Clava, our “Nostromo”...
Words by Guido Casbah and OK Fede / Pictures by Cello & OK Fede Words by Guido Casbah I saw everything, I saw nothing. I saw thousands stars shining in a crystal clear sky, I saw animals and magic trees, memories of peoples passed by, martyrs, heroes, wayfarers and bandits. I saw them all but I haven’t seen none of them. We were nowhere, we were everywhere. We...
Words by Ok Fede / Pictures by Cello & Ok Fede Difference in height and dirt roads, why not? And why not on a touring bike, maybe with 28c city tires on? Proposals (invitations) must be accepted for what they are, without questioning, without reasoning; so when Cello told me about a few passes and valleys we would have crossed, I made a quick google search, saw they were amazing...
1. PREFACE: YOU CAN NOT GET OUT ALIVE FROM THE ‘90s (words by Clava) When I was young (my grandpa stories always started like this…) I attended the high school. It was during the 90s and I remember I had the habit to go up on my house attic rummaging and searching inside dusty closets looking for scrawny and shabby clothes that not even grandpa used anymore, not even to spade the...
LA MADONNA DI CIVITAVECCHIA - Words by Cello / Pictures by Cello & Clava [masterslider id="21"] F: “What a bore with these bicycles! When will we have chicks and drugs?” C: “Am I wrong or Specialized makes stuff for roadies only?” It’s nice to be the captain of a collective that, when you tell them that maybe we’re into the seekandenjoy project (conceived by Yonder Journal and powered by Specialized) they...
Words & Pictures by Guido Casbah The first thing that came to my mind when my boss said: “I’m sorry Guido, we lost our big client, in two months there will be no more work for you” was “ok I’ll ride to Aquasanta Terme for the Holy Water Death Race then”. Two months later I was on a train to Pietrasanta that I decided it would have been the starting...