I cried at breakfast on the day Senator John Kennedy said in Massachusetts that he was to seek the Democratic nomination for President of the United States. Asked why I was crying, I told my Mother “Fausto Coppi has died”. That was January 2, 1960. I had been out on my bike that morning, on… Continue reading

It’s coming that ‘soon is the weekend time’ when hopes of whether the weather will or won’t is a trust, so let’s face it: we can do nothing to change what’ll drop or not, be in your face or that tailwind every bicycle rider enjoys. Same on the camping field as well. This weekend coming… Continue reading

It’s a Monday morning, a time when friends coming into your company for work or whatever ask … “did you have a good weekend..” Of course you did, and especially when you’ve met and chatted with new friends. Seen new faces and the places too that have smiled back. They are memories for ever, from… Continue reading