Posts tagged "maybewrongbike"
Words by Vito / Pictures by Alexia, Guido & Cello Partenza sotto il diluvio, conoscendo i miei polli mi incollo al culo di Mr. Ohm e nei primi km di flat verso il Ghisallo prendo tutti gli schizzi del suo mudguard nei denti. Iniziamo a climbare il Ghisallo come se non ci fosse un domani, mi giro prendendo fiato e mi accorgo che rimaniamo solo io, Ohm e Pascal da Roma;...
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...
Words by Clava / Pictures by Cello, Clava, Fisto & Pagha Fuck it! The Holywater Death Race, the gravel race in Acquasanta Terme, fell through. The Cani won’t go. We’ll regret it! This time again I must stay here in the valley with my pals playing the braggart narrow-minded country-dweller (do you know those guys who spend all the day outside the town bar with their rolled up t-shirt sleeves and...
Words by Clava / Pictures by Clava & Ila E’ da un po che non vado a Bergamo. Uscito dalla stazione imbocco il viale e da subito incrocio ciclisti che si aggirano solitari con la mascella serrata e lo sguardo incazzato. Bah! non capisco… per quanto mi riguarda andare in bc è una cosa che mi rende felice (anche se bestemmio tantissimo mentre lo faccio). Mi incontro con Ilaria la...
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...