The Giro di Taglia 2020, or returning by bike from 4 May

The Giro di Taglia 2020, or returning by bike from 4 May

The Giro di Taglia 2020, or returning by bike from 4 May

From 4 May you will be able to return to individual sports, including cycling. The word to our Luca Pisanu, solo pedal artist

It is true, next week at this hour we should have been close to the second stage of the Giro d’Italia. Instead if all goes well we will see it in October. But from 4 May, with the relaxation of restrictive measures, individual physical activity can be resumed. Cycling or running or both. As we have seen, Luca Pisanu is an amateur cyclist who knows the Ardennes, but he is also a solo pedal artist. Who better than him can offer you tricks, suggestions, itineraries (indeed it-neraries since the sea is often present in its spring and summer stages)? Nobody, and in fact we return to pass the water bottle as Coppi did with Bartali, or vice versa, it has never been known, however for a long time we will no longer see cyclists pass it.

Cagliari-Marina di Barisardo

The question of why in 2013 I made the Tour of Sardinia by bike is second only to the question “why do I write when I made the Tour of Sardinia by bike?”. Simply both had to be done and had to be done in that and especially at this time, considering that in May 2020 there will be no Giro d’Italia but a round of bounty, an indiscriminate wanted dead or alive at the end of the lockout. The 2013 tour itself was not difficult, I was extremely fit and knowledgeable about the course in Sardinia as well as a few years later it was per-Sardinian in Corsica. The most oyster thing was to get my mother to digest this unhealthy idea. All of you have had, more or less, a mother. Mine has the particularity of being a decent teacher of the degree course (aridaje…) in degree of concern and apprehension for a child on two wheels. We went down on condition of non-obsession, a reassuring “I’ll call you when I get to …” and I’m not here to list the various villages crossed because the average Italian would regularly be wrong in accent and / or pronunciation. In return I had to be careful of cars, trucks, motorcycles, too hot hours, the night, the wind, drink, but isn’t it that you sweat too much ?, fascists and SS on the old ss125, and where do you sleep? and so on … In the end the 120 km that separate Cagliari from Marina di Barisardo, with a stop in Villaputzu for the kiss of Miss Vanessa who, however, missed because the missà was asleep, went off quite smoothly. I call as promised at home to reassure mom and I finally go to the beach. The six hours in the saddle are felt and I fall asleep in practice without counting sheep. I am woken up after a few minutes by a hull which, set in motion at 100mt from the shore by a somewhat unprejudiced pilot, starts off at full speed and bounces literally on the shore, stopping two meters from my head. At the end, luckily I’m here to write because when I go by bike I am careful with cars, trucks, motorcycles … and now also motorboats!

Sassari-Ittiri-Alghero

To be done strictly on August 14! Before leaving, I recommend celebratory photos with the Cagliari shirt at the Sassari station, scornful of danger and scornful of the place. The Sassari-Ittiri section is particularly boring, long and straight ran the road that has now made Sassari a suburb of Ittiri. If you get hungry it is recommended to stop at the fig tree, the only tree that produces male fruit, a few km from the Pisanu furniture factory. By the giompides in Biddha falades in giosso finz’a up … sorry, I was getting carried away by my chromosomes. I said, as soon as you arrive in the village, go down to Giovanni Maria Simula’s Bar Sonos where a stop to replenish the salts is a must. Hope to find the bar empty because if you are friends / relatives of Giovanni Maria Simula and there are 5 people they will offer you 5 beers, but if there are 10 beers become 15 because math is not an opinion here. In the sense that you cannot have an opinion, you will just have to drink. Note, Simula is a surname and not the third person singular of the verb Dybala. At this point there are about thirty km to reach Alghero and fortunately Aunt Gavina lives 100 meters from the Sonos bar. There is a need for carbohydrates, which here is called “unu bicculu ‘and …”. The “bicculu”, which literally stands for “piece”, can be lamb, sausage, pecorino and goes from half a kilo upwards. Olives, on the other hand, are counted only if they exceed 100 units. This light snack that will keep the hectoliters of beer company in view of the dive towards Little Barcelona. The dive is because the road is practically all downhill but also for the adverse conditions of the stomach and head as well as for the feeling of pedaling with a hairdryer in the face. At the first registrations in Català you can relax and head straight towards the port and a stop in the Milese stop for its “light” focaccia stuffed with every type of salad. Grilled eggplant salad, tomato salad, cheese salad, anchovy fillet salad, tuna salad, hard-boiled egg salad, red onion and a few slices of bacon but only for degreasing. And then tell me about Ironman …

Roma-Sabaudia

Typical transfer stage but with two rather suggestive sections. The first in via di Falcognana, a stretch that connects Laurentina to Nettunense. If you close your eyes, you will seem to dream of being in Roubaix on the cobblestones. Don’t do it, these are the holes … The second stretch, from Pavona going up to Velletri, passing through Albano, if done early in the morning on the weekend allows you to pedal immersed in the scents of nature that have the shape of porchetta here. It rains between Ariccia and Genzano. Even if it is summer, even if you left Rome at 7 in the morning and it was already 30 degrees and you only have slippers in the pockets of the cycling jersey because you are going to the beach. Between Ariccia and Genzano it rains like Easter Monday but you will still pass from there because “what the fuck, there are 30 degrees, it is July 15th, it cannot rain between Ariccia and Genzano!”. It rains between Ariccia and Genzano. Once past Velletri, it’s all straight up to Sabaudia, the deadly boredom, more than a reading by Cristiano Godano of Marlene Kuntz. Joke, nothing can be more frayed than a reading by Cristiano Godano of Marlene Kuntz. Once in Sabaudia go to Angelo and Ivana’s house. Unfortunately it is difficult to bring something to eat by bike from Rome and therefore you are invited by them who, rightly, have also taken steps to be your flagship and bring your luggage for a wonderful weekend of parasites.

Roma-Ostia-Roma

Marco’s favorite route, complete with an average record over the final two kilometers to get home on time and enjoy the advance of 12:30, even if Spal-Chievo. The tactic is / was more or less the same with an appointment with the petrol distributor for a meter on the Pontina and from there to mill hard on Viale Colombo. If Tom Boonen had Eikenberg’s muur in Flanders, Marco shoots / fired all his cartridges on Malafede’s snatch (although also the final sprint towards the roundabout nd Bonf). Honestly, I have always preferred to put a staring behind me on Sunday and suck the wheel. Now it will no longer be possible, the social distance must also be up, for, between and among the cyclists who, until recently, had to be very careful in Viale Colombo that the motorists with whom they rejoiced in friendly exchanges observed jokes, mortacciloro.

Roma-Rocca di Papa-Monte Cavo

The less known but no less noble side of the Castelli Romani, which offers climbers de noantri the possibility of climbing peaks and engaging in more agile relationships. To avoid skirting Ciampino airport, cut via Fioranello where, however, I advise you to avoid courting the young lady in a miniskirt who sends you the basins with the tattoos over her navel and always puts you after the old canton house, at least leg. Never get distracted when you go to face the Rocca di Papa wall before which, however, there is the terrible detour to Monte Cavo. If Liege-Bastogne-Liege has the Ardennes, Monte Cavo has the antennas. The climb itself is not impossible. The fact is that being the asphalt or the stuff on which you ride full of chestnut curls even out of season, the declared 4,185 km become 6/7 having to do them in a zigzag to avoid puncturing, which is not easy and why Returning downhill, you often opt for a shortcut via the “military zone, no access” which leads directly to Piazza Fontana in Rocca di Papa avoiding the wall. The palates and strong peeled tomatoes among which I do not renounce that touch of Flanders and prefer to conquer the fountain by fighting the law of gravity. They rest on the bench, full of water bottle and down towards Rome and the young lady of via di Fioranello who, uff, every time I go back I see her getting into a different car with another boyfriend. I hope you pay attention to the law of gravity, he is still young.

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