Anyone who likes to shoot in motion knows that the rain is generally an uncomfortable and dangerous venture partner.
In almost 84,000 km of trails with my Hime rain I began to complain, and if most of the time was a hassle, I remember clearly a few moments as if it had not rained in those days would have been a whole different flavor ..
Departure from Bologna to what will be the conclusion of an absolutely wonderful weekend of April in the company of Maurino before, after Linuccia to wind up again with Maurino.
Hills Bolognesi, then on to the SS65 Monghidoro, a detour to the Val d'Idice, to continue toward the path of Cornacchiaia Fiorenzuola and to arrive at Montecarelli.
The time is promising, and yet we continue towards the mountains and more of the milky clouds are gathering and the first compact thunder announce what will be the beginning of a wet gitarella ..
We stopped in a village bar, under a shelter until the rain left behind, the accumulated heat from the asphalt starts the chemical reaction that takes the issue of its characteristic odor, a coffee, chat 2, we evaluate the what to do.
The rain is persistent, the rain is needed while dressing and look at the place, a typical little town of the Apennines, the village bar as the centerpiece of a bustle of people: those who buy cigarettes
, casual passers-by as we, the sedentary retirees playing cards ... Visions of a not too distant past.
Fiorenzuola Until we have the illusion that our annoying traveling companion has been sick of us, nothing more wrong.
When you are on the road to Cornacchiaia the sky is low and livid, the light changes, everything becomes threatening. Hardly
motorcycle in my life I have taken so much water in so short a stretch of road, but it was one of the experiences I remember as one of the most pleasant, almost as if two warriors and their horses face an enemy too strong for their joint forces.
curves gets tough, there will be an inch of water mixed with leaves and debris that makes everything slippery, yet we continue.
will that I liked to imagine that there was a strong scent to guide us toward Montecarelli and Paola (funny, a name that recurs in my gastronomic experience), I follow Maurino seeing only his black silhouette, now my visor is no longer able to eliminate the amount of water that literally falls on him.
we come back to the height of the step SS65 della Futa, from there to the last Montecarelli endless ordeal.
The road looks like a raging torrent and making the bends downhill had to be careful where you put the tires, rivers of liquid mud crossing the road have turned our white waterproof overalls in an indefinable brown dirt.
Montecarelli, place the bike in the small parking lot in front of the inn, we take the road between the walls of the gutters and water created by water leaking from them too much because, while an incredible energy that the human hand expert in these cases can not control.
Once through the entrance, a mixture of perfumes and after I invest now unmistakable that Méééérdaa wash! " Maurino, we sit at a table, leaving everything we had to wet in a chair nearby.
eat Tuscan starters, some good noodles, the wonderful rolls served with a glass of wine.
all for a price that Milan would not be enough even for the altipasto ..
The beauty of this is the rusticity of the place, the simplicity of the dishes, their savory taste as a mix between Tuscany and Emilia who wins without rival, the generosity of the portions, the authenticity of the owners in Tuscany, mugellesi doc.
Inside there realize that the weather changes again, a warm sun and blue skies accompany our return to Bologna.
These days who can undo the negative impact that the work week produces an antidepressant seasoned road from friendship unfortunately true of people who live far from me.
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