December 8th the day of "Punta Veleno" It all started eight years ago ....... riding along Lake Garda Sio el I a great friend of past adventures. Arriving at the mouth of the slope in Brenzone, tone schersozo said "you want to see Madonna! By which we go toe poison" and Sio said "bon gnanca" .......!!!!!! since then every year on December 8 in all weather conditions you tip poison rising hard to digest ..... much less favorable conditions in the December snow and ice cold!! "The human" goes up to a certain point does not go well, there's always a good excuse ..... the head slows down ... and I'm almost always alone !!!!!
to keep me company I'm around my friend Claudio faithful (see Scanuppia) climber who is not ..... but the "head" for sale !!!!! I expect the climb, so at least we live in a section together. Hours are 8
at the meeting ..... maybe someone comes !!!!! the sky is gray but not raining, there are 6 degrees is fine, zero cycling, zero human, just me and my will to live, to go beyond the thin line toward the infinite, I am very happy, surprise .... Claudio passing car stops "hello my friend we are up there towards the infinite"
head low and viaaaaa, mtb wheels with spikes and a nice bag full of everything more
km 50 km plane separating me from Brenzone .. . MP3 and places I mol
dear to make me company till the Garda MY .... how wonderful .... what a show ..... enjoy the slight breeze Peler, breathe, travel in the wake of the mind to the immense, zero traffic, a unique sight on the mountains of Brescia covered with a soft blanket of white clouds and light shaded toward ' horizon. Here I am in Brenzone we
..... are you, today is our day, who knows what gives me, I leave to the district along the lake and climb the castle which stands on a steep hill in the Monte Baldo. A balcony overlooking the lake, land border path, by Castle on December only eagles dare Musseu !!!!! eeeee ...... three kilometers to change pace, sharp bend right ..... 18% and vaiiiiii, first steps towards the well, good feeling and a certain snobbery towards that 18% after living just 31% of Scanuppia, but experience has taught me that better to talk there where now reigns a doubtful mist "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." first corner is the first sign, 7 km to the peak gradient averaged 17%, 6 km flight to the second sign to the top 17% average slope!! all ok to sell reports and legs in great shape, Third .... 5 km to the top 16% average slope, snow on the sides of the road is wet, but clean, I Claudius, how nice ...... our souls are intertwined in the lived for a hundred meters, some photos ..... eeee hello to the next of the great triptych warrior !!!!! Fourth sign
4 km to the summit, the road is now covered with wet snow that leaves no way out, I can barely pedal, a thick fog around me "here we are at
hell" making it even more difficult and epic journey to infinity ..... a thousand feelings are immersed in what I want to "live free love of mother nature" and I have to get off a few meters from a bike, there's no way we slip too .... walk away ... it will be spitting blood, I try the fresh snow to safely sink my 45, it is hard ... and so every movement is amplified lived, never below 15% slope, snow, poor wet and slippery, but .... there ' is cold, I get up the gloves and slowly moves in the darkness, there is no more than 10 meters and are all wet ... at 11 am Then at the three km to the summit, !!!!! around me a great feeling of freedom and power, space with the look ... the body sinks shots .... governs the fatigue ..... live away from all the freedom to face alone, you and her, you and the snow ... in the end you and fear: that little taste, that little madness that takes your head and the soul overcomes you when the going gets tough, the silences, the sounds of animals and co 
rsi water ...... freedom to be who you really are, without a filter ... all this is magic, pure magic ... Two kilometers to the summit, snow higher and higher, I'm tired, walk on the wet snow on slopes over 10% with bike shoes pushing el de fero horse is hard enough and if I have to stop every kilometer to clean ballast snow cover packaging including shoes and boots in gorotex.
Hours 12 are suspended on that ridge of rock on the thin line above the lake at 500 meters from the top, flat road but there's no way to get into the bike too ..... everything !!!!! few meters eeee .... I throw myself on the floor, breathing deeply ....... siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, GRANDEEEEE THAT JOY THAT BEAUTIFUL.
Photo rite .... plano to my "relief" in a bar Prada High, where every year I stop to drink a cup of tea and dress for descent.
After about 20 minutes I'm ready to return to the meson, but no trace of Claudius knows what he's quiet and I know it will come, it starts to rain and bad
or, fog and rain, what more do you want out of life .. ... 20 km down !!!!!! But who cares ... and vaiii, flew all the way to Goat 30 km where there are no plates, at 13.30 am at home I feel calm and satisfied .. great peace and harmony intense fills my soul. Ore 14.30 Claudio call came ... is ... happy .... GRANDEEEE GREAT friend you are a dreamer, and for this you are invincible.
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