It 's a bit of day and night, and I take the bike around the country. The bike is old, you see and feel wearing it. So sometimes the change does not do his job, and sometimes breaks out, so you stop and try to replace the chain. Then you look at your hands greasy, and it seems that you have returned the child. After that, rightly, you clean up the shorts. As a child, in fact. Well, I'm on this old bike and go. Going down my way around and arrived at the bottom left via IV Novembre . And 'all things plain, and to warm it a little more than good. So proceed slowly along the railway. Someone to walk her dog. At one point, on the left, I see a big building. Thus, eye, seem like twenty-five apartments. Minimum. Here, when I was little, there was a food family. And a lot of unused land, of course. Actually see it from outside, to "shop" had very little. It was more like entering a house and still go shopping, do not take. A cottage in the middle of a garden with aspirations for vegetables. And daily fresh eggs. But fresh: chicken turned to the garden vegetables. From Cecinelli was called. O Virginelli. In short, something like that. On the right hand Passarella. It 's a footbridge across the railway and takes you into the country. The cross them when I attended elementary school. I keep on the road, double curve to the bottom and short descent. Now we begin to do a little more seriously. At the end of the descent, I find myself in front of the abandoned cement factory with a lot of detached house and attached around the left.
begins the climb. Not heavy, but that there will be soon. With some effort, still sitting, coming on top with an average ratio. It 's a bit tiring but if not, who are we going to do? Ok, turn left and salitona. I stand up and go along looking at the ground, puffing a bit. I never look at what is missing at the top of the climb. It seems that looking at the ground, first steps. In reality, then it is simply cheating. Yes, because after some time you do, you begin to notice details on the roadside and to understand what you're missing. I mean, look at the ground, in the end, it just means translating the coordinates of the top side of the road. Check up, finally. I'm on because of the Colonies. Parallel via IV Novembre . My way, combining both roads, is little more up. The road to the right of where I am now leads to my old high school. A prefabricated set in the countryside, with a gym attached. When I played basketball, we were training there. Breathe a little out of breath and face a stretch of flat road and then a slight climb at the end of which there is a big downhill. I rest a little going down, I enjoy the wind in your face, in this heat ... And while coming down, I crouch a bit on the handlebars. Aerodynamic position to extend the drive that leads me on a short uphill stretch. Right on the sports field, left via verdun that entrance, and another slight drop. At the bottom, left, are again on Via IV Novembre . As I walk twenty yards and turn right passing under what is called Ponte dei Carabinieri . It is called this because once, just out on the left you will find the police station. Now there is a large parking lot and an estate agent. But think about you. However, step down, and turn right. Plain and slightly uphill. Stretches of road annoying because, oddly, more challenging than a short climb. The effort is constant, and for a while longer. About two hundred meters down on the left. Through the Via Aurelia , another fifty meters and are on the Lungomare Marconi . Right turn and I'm still on a flat stretch slightly. On the left, what, at least in our area, called cocomeraro. Selling watermelon, course. He opens his kiosk on the terrace overlooking the sea, around tables and, using the palm trees as poles, wires, light cover terrace. It 'also good in the evening. By day, wire lights off, make me think of Christmas instead. Bah. Another downhill calm, on the left before the pilings on the water, typical of this long sea then right away Victory . I take it. Slight slope and are in Piazza Ariosto. Hidden squares, round, with a central pole. I can not describe it better, that is so disturbing. It is rather beautiful, vaguely melancholy. The excess, continued to rise a little, coming in a way that I do not know the name, and go right. turned up on the street Aurelia , 50 meters and back down on the right. I'm back on the Promenade, turn left. I get home. Much of the road the same as that of the progress, review under the Ponte dei Carabinieri , right turn, and again on Via IV Novembre. A little climb, then a stretch of road long enough annoying. I begin to see some people walking down the street. E 'come and have a train near the station. On the right side of the subway station. A hundred yards and I'm home. Left turn on my street. Last climb. It is also challenging. But it is short, perhaps 30 meters. I look at the ground, until the left corner of my eye I see the black Micra parked. Are home.
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