by CycleChick on November 10, 2013
Here in Not Italy we do not hide from shitty weather, rather we embrace it with enthusiasm, fearlessness, and 40 layers of technical fabrics. Not Italy kind of looks like an Ivan Eyre painting this time of year.We rode along the edge of a gravel pit, a popular hangout for teenagers in the summer.Apparently, they like to jump off that thing out there. Sometimes they die.
We walked almost as much as we rode.But Cricket didn’t mind so much.Thanks Olli for a fun, dirty, badass ride on a day when most normal people were curled up in a chair with the latest copy of 50 Shades of Whatever. Your misses makes a pretty mean pot of meaty goodness. I still can’t believe she let us in the house.