The Speed

Solo riding is a beautiful full gas endeavour. There are you and yourself. Swinging your legs over the top tube. Pushing the pedals. Gathering all the power your body can yeld. Riding so hard that no mortal can hold your wheels. Smelling the air and finding the wind. Grabbing it and galloping like the horses

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Il Cinese

He was a badass. A cooky. Tight eyes (from were his nickname il Cinese is), hollow cheeks, slim as the real cyclist are. Ironic. Free as a bird. Luigi Malabrocca was the man that overturned the physical laws, using the sharp art of slowness to disappear into the forth space and be the last. Yes

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Le Maillot

There is Maurice Garin, a chimney sweep became the first winner in 1903. When the stages were for superheroes and the bikes as heavy as a fence. There is Federico Bahamontes. A wild outsider frightened to death by the descends. Legend says that he through down hill his bike during the 1954 Tour rather than

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Le Vélo

It was a war between races. On the one side the Paris-Roubaix and on the other side Le Tour de France. It was a contest between brains fighting with words. Mr Pierre Giffard versus Mr Henri Desgrange. Le Vélo against L’Auto-Vélo, green pages versus yellow pages. Which came first the chicken or the egg? Listen

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Glorious Brits

A life spent on training. On facing the wet and muddy roads. Stamping on the pedals. Cycling for long distances and so many hills. Thirsting the slim body with sweat and rain drops. Breathing pain, honour and nobility. Who is Britain’s greatest male professional road racer of all time? For some, it is a no-brainer,

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JetFlo

You can’t know how fast meant fast for her. For us it was faster then ever. She was unconventional, with those coloured jumpsuits covering half of her vigorous body. She amazed the world with her long nails painted with fairy tale scenes. That day at Indianapolis she wolfed down 100 meters as they were the

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The Heron

Epic. “Just one man goes into the lead. His jersey is white and pale blue. His name is Fausto Coppi”. Gap. “Fausto Coppi is first. While we are waiting for the others contestants to arrive, we’ll broadcast some ballroom music”. The heron. He was as clumsy when he was walking, as he was elegant when

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The Giro

  07.06.1919. Peace after the war. The great champion Costante Girardengo won. 07.06.1925. The legend. Alfredo Binda earned the victory. 10.05.1931. The first maglia rosa. Learco Guerra wore it. The colour was the same as that of the Gazzetta dello Sport newspaper. 09.06.1940. Contest between Gino Bartali and Fausto Coppi. Coppi didn’t worry about playing

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The Climb

  The peaks are hairpin turns, woods, drop offs, foot path. Mostly pain. Climbing is a choice. You can feel the effort, but much better the challenge. Grimpeur (rope climbing) is a state of mind. Riding up to a peek you can feel yourself like an ibex. Light as a feather. Purely aerodynamic. Free. There

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Marco

  The «Cippo» is its nickname. Nobody knows why. The only thing you need to know is that it is a very tough and hostile mountain. It was Pantani’s peak. It is wild and strong as Pantani was. He owned it, breathed it, climbed it and knew every single turn. So take the challenge and

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