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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 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 Save / Pictures by Save & Cello "Ho bisogno di coccole. Torna presto. Ti aspetto..." C'è poco da raccontare, poco da dire, se non la solita dissacrante capacità dei canisciolti di elaborare un piano il giorno prima e puntualmente non rispettarlo. Il treno previsto è stato mancato il sole sperato è stato offuscato e la strada prescelta è stata smarrita Si voleva spaccare i culi ed invece ci si è...
Words & pictures by Cello Che bello guardare i video sull'Internet dove tutti spaccano i culi senza intoppi, senza problemi, dove i sentieri e la vita sono sempre flooooooow. E poi noi Cani siamo così: innocenti, naif, ingenui, semplici, bellidemamma scesi dalle montagne; crediamo più o meno a tutto, dalle scie chimiche agli alieni fra di noi, da Donald Trump presidenteditutti agli hillbombers su vimeo. Allora ecco il Ciasciauna, un passo tra...
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 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...
Words & Pictures by Ila Nothing epic happened. Nothing went wrong. I was just a little frightened for the loneliness: only marmots, cows and me in the valley... for hours. But it was a beautiful ride in a wonderful place.
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...