Despite injuring his back today I went in motion ... Without much desire and unpretentious me and my "partner" we headed towards our beloved hills on the border that separates the big S (of our fellow Laura Pausini sigh!) From the hon hoha hola hannuccia (trans. Coca-Cola through a straw).
After a bit 'of kilometers we step on my favorite, the wind is brisk and take off the helmet is a little' how to let free the thoughts that had been banished to a hidden part of the brain. The T-shirt under the jacket is a bit 'wet and cool so I prefer not to risk I keep it on him.
A rapid scratching inside pockets and extract a cigarette, cross relaxation and delight. I look a bit 'round and an abundance of gray hair under the helmet, profiles marked by time, some infirmities of age that is indistinguishable from some ailment of kisses cursed the road. My partner knows one of these profiles can be recognized and immediately opens a killer smile. Depart from the classic biker talk about the latest exploits and future rounds.
I feel a little 'alien look and listen with a bit of' detachment with a look a bit 'stupid (I think .. in fact I am sure) ... I've just upgraded to level again and already I feel outdated.
Honestly I have not found my motorcycle but I'm sure to be increased by at least two levels this season: I started as a "nail in the curve" ... Does it have to explain it to you? Well ... Put it this way ... Plant a nail in a board and try to tilt without tilting the axis, or even to move forward again without changing the position of the wood ... In short, I had the wheels side as children ...
I have come to the level "Curbstone ... Does it have to explain it to you? Well ... Normally the wayside following the road but as a "fold" is pretty hard ... I aspired to get to level "those who go round about." Do not ask me what it means, but I suspect it has something to do with smooth running of the engine, but I'm not so sure.
In the meantime, "what goes round up" (my partner) and what he has "the right step for fun" continue to tell ... And I in my small way, I prefer to stay with half sat perched on the saddle of my bike. I admit even my partner has a few years older than me and I realize that I have a different way to talk about the streets.
"It's not the goal, but what is in the middle between the departure and arrival." Here ... I belong to the generation of variants is not a road they have traveled that it remained so. Once the road told us a lot of the place which we crossed, we held the memorial stone alive the memory of heroic deeds, a Madonna in a small cloister bless us even 50 meters before or after a handful of gravel on the asphalt we had pulled out of his mouth a few words too ... Now there are variations ... Where before there was a curved bridge and a viaduct now there's another curve that has eaten the Virgin Mary, the stone and the cornerstone that was promptly replaced by a sign of iron ... While I am completely lost in embryos of these thoughts end to talk and tell things that I probably will not do because of these variations or not see.
place the helmet on the saddle and I went toward the bar and a band of young men just licensed complains del nuovo codice della strada e le varianti mi fanno sorridere.
Mi immagino una strada di collina che fu tortuosa, ripida dove ogni curva richiedeva il suo tributo di polso e braccio. Adesso no, ci sono le varianti per me e soprattutto per loro che, a ragione, sbeffeggiano i chiodi e i paracarri perché sono veloci solo sul dritto e a volte nemmeno sul dritto perché un tele laser o un autovelox minaccia la loro targa colpevole di essere troppo dritta e facilmente fotografabile. Dopo il caffè usciamo dal bar e con passo lento io mi dirigo verso il mio missile senza turbina e il mio socio verso il suo aereo (lui ha già da un po' dismesso i panni del paracarro n.d.a.).
Per il ritorno scegliamo una strada inusuale, un po' stretta, winding and steep ... Well thankfully someone is saved, but when I thought I had escaped yet another straight artificial viaducts is materialized in all its ugliness and destruction in all its ... A variant with a lot of discussion. I crossed incredulous, bewildered, almost did not recognize the places and last but not least a long way in the trenches in motion is as bad you can conceive. In secret I kept to my sorrow, this transposition of our day, straight, directed and controlled with false choices, where a release is no longer a difference and journey time between the start and finish must be as short and flat as possible, I realized in a way that accomplished little, and we hope the rest of the soul, now, do not think any more. To make that trench downed trees, Madonnas and probably also some closed source which has now been harnessed and driven directly into the sewers without being able to be more useful. From the trenches do not see anything, and we see nothing. Tight curve to the right because it has no doubt that after the corner there is an obstacle, but on the straight you are sure to be, in fact, comes from behind a car, gives me the I-beam and overtake. No, not afraid of my velox, I just plan are curbstone choice for aspiring and "one who goes round up" to continue to learn to stand on the street believes that the road can still tell us something different from an anonymous e pericoloso dritto che assopisce, fa premere sull'acceleratore e dove una distrazione non lascia scampo.
Adesso me ne sto qui, ancora come una scimmietta, seduto sulle mie chiappe con una sigaretta tra le dita e un caffè fumante sulla scrivania. Guardo negli occhi le mie moto e mi domando dove andremo Sabato e Domenica prossimi per evitare le varianti... Posso sempre consultarmi con l'uomo della pubblicità che stando a quello che fanno vedere il "vento marino" che stagiona i suoi prosciutti lo insegue in moto.... Forse le varianti le hanno inventate per lui così non si deve impegnare troppo.
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