Atlantis All Inclusive?

Stradesio 2008

Name: Stradesio

Participants: Paula, wicker, Captain Sensible

temperature : Fucking Freezing

Fund : Asphalt and frozen mud (technical name pociacco)

I Tatzelwurm occur at a time in the pleasant antelucano Desio to address one of the ugliest (aesthetically speaking) tapasciate whole of Lombardy.

Having concluded without much difficulty the usual Magical Mystery Tour leading to the town (marked by signs that did not escape, however, the acute Lilliputian eye Paula) our car down with some courage, given the soil temperature by 3 degrees.

Consulates from being survivors to colder weather, and leave the vehicle next to a unit of methane. The captain greeted with particular affection the car, given the suspicions whistles of the equipment.

At the start our own, victims of their own charm television, were intercepted by a lascivious old woman who offered them the coupon included race pack. After having refused the offer of payment in kind it was agreed for a package price of 13 €.

And then!

suffered beatings at the start of the wild Wicker who, unable to handle any rhythm, alternating the train to hallucinatory moments of peace of mind. A

nothing worth the reproaches of the captain and the obvious distress of Paula: Our continued to pull the saber worth Zatopek with a stomach ache.

even more difficult race track provided for in the 1000 curves, some participants were subsequently charged with clear symptoms of labyrinthitis.

Around 4 kilometers, after yet another curve, the ardor of wicker calms down a little, while Paula maintained the classical position succhiaruote Belgian, about 5 feet behind the couple's head.

Near the sixth kilometer was entered in the first twenty-four industrial zones that characterize Desio and the road took the morphology favorite Tatzelwurm: long straight paved with spacious sidewalks for cuts corners.

At 7 kilometers dining with jam, Nutella and hot tea and then off again between loving concrete, but ... after a sharp turn, here are our runners on a strip of mud in the middle of the field specifically dedicated to the ordinary settling of accounts between gangs of Albanians.

The snow / rain the previous days had turned the path in a sort of insidious stigea swamp, where every step could be fatal, and so our zompettante followed the captain trying to put my feet in the areas of disrepair. Some hands that protruded from the mud, said a lot about the potential pitfalls.

After the mud (with Mizuno shoes that looked like a veteran of the retreat from Russia) our throwing a sigh of relief, but unfortunately the path to the end continued to alternate land in industrial areas impassable.

Industrial Zone-mud, mud-Industrial Zone, Industrial Zone-mud ... so up to two kilometers from the arrival when Paula launched its attack, unsportsmanlike and treacherous (but Darwinian correct: Survival of the fittest) to an Wicker is a bit 'try.

arrival Paula closed in 1:19:10 while Wicker is satisfied with 1:19:41, while limiting the damage.

Then Tatzelwurm went crazy at the final refreshment (Polenta and Bacon! One day we must explain something about protein and carbohydrates to those who organize the refreshments!) But reserved the day, however, two more legendary moments.

1) Transfiguration mystical : Following Paula effort was transformed physically and spiritually in Don Orione, advancing with an unnatural limping up the car and repeating "The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing at all waiting ... "until he was thrown in a mouth bar.

2) Rock Band: Captain Sensible Outside the church saw the legendary death metal band at Desio "The biggest cocks." But you may be wrong.

Usual return to government with a view of the Gutter North (whatever that is) and confirmation of the limited buffer memory Wicker trying to get out running after following the path following mnemonic: We play football? but when? college? but which one? but who are you? Let me get off!
is not always true that running is good!

That's it, now off to the next tapasciata!