Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Still meeting and still pissing.

Every now and then me and the other well wasted life sharing a well wasted riding life along with me, well wasting a lot of fuel, decide to meet somewhere in between our locations (north and south of the Alps), up there, at the peak of a pass, just to say hi, take a piss, maybe a snack and ride back to the respective homes.


To make a long story short, it's been ages we spend a whole riding day alone, crunching hundred of back twisty roads kilometers, just to meet somewhere, spend less than one hour together (pissing privacy included) and then say bye and split again.

Agreeing that this might sound pointless, but -to us- it still is a great idea with a superb excuse (the piss? you might read HERE for the supreme version of it!) to have a great ride and see a mate.

I am not yet sure, despite all those years spent doing this shit, if the meeting is the excuse to ride or if the ride is the excuse for a meet. Never mind. Sure it is that after few hundreds of kilometers at high pace, the vibration of the engine CERTAINLY causes a desperate need for piss.

And pissing up there, well over 2000mt height, is a superb experience... as once a great friend of mine (Jari) said in the process: "I had never pissed with such a beautiful view" (Manghen Pass, 2003). We did it a lot of times, but we aren't tired yet, and after each of these events (often also while they're still on) we talk about the next one. The next meet. The next piss.



The latest one saw me clocking 605km on the following passes (all in a superb dry weather day!):