not vo Council ni en you ... you vo Council
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
What Do Shag Bands Colours Mean?
Christmas gift for you!
A little 'in advance, here are my Christmas presents for my passionate blog readers! (But who ????)
My fantastic backdrop for parties and a preview on the upcoming Dragonball movie! Enjoy!
A little 'in advance, here are my Christmas presents for my passionate blog readers! (But who ????)
My fantastic backdrop for parties and a preview on the upcoming Dragonball movie! Enjoy!
What Do Shag Bands Colours Mean?
Christmas gift for you!
A little 'in advance, here are my Christmas presents for my passionate blog readers! (But who ????)
My fantastic backdrop for parties and a preview on the upcoming Dragonball movie! Enjoy!
A little 'in advance, here are my Christmas presents for my passionate blog readers! (But who ????)
My fantastic backdrop for parties and a preview on the upcoming Dragonball movie! Enjoy!
21 Year Old Bedwetter
New Year 2009?
Antò to you do you come from? In the meantime, remember the New Year 2008 ... ah, the most gory video I have not made, of course!
Antò to you do you come from? In the meantime, remember the New Year 2008 ... ah, the most gory video I have not made, of course!
21 Year Old Bedwetter
New Year 2009?
Antò to you do you come from? In the meantime, remember the New Year 2008 ... ah, the most gory video I have not made, of course!
Antò to you do you come from? In the meantime, remember the New Year 2008 ... ah, the most gory video I have not made, of course!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Amazon Tree Boa For Sale
... you understand that you are destined to leave ...
Alice was lost in Tokyo. The Clash were lost in a supermarket in the early eighties.
I'm lost in my city once.
To be precise, it is not my hometown, the one where I spent 20 years of my life is my campus, which occupies from October 2004, living in the same apartment, with the same roommates, Except for Matthew, he moved to Parma, and was replaced by Valerio, who listens to the Air and electronic music. The first time I visited this city was home to search together with my parents and those of Manu and Matt. The impact was devastating: narrow streets, full of curves, climbs and descents, no clear reference point, a lot of pedestrian areas and one-way, paving stones, and an area just outside the historic architecturally horrible. I come from Pescara, a city that is mainly developed on the coast, where the streets are parellel or perpendicular to the national or the Adriatic, the situation is complicated a bit 'only going up hills. From
university live in the center. My street is named after the first publisher of Abruzzo, the very Italian (!) By Adam Rothwill, although in the center, is one of the most quiet and peaceful, perhaps because of the station financial police a few meters, and perhaps because it is limited to traffic, and there are no shops, and on the side of Via Verdi to get there you get nice four flights of stairs ... just taking the famous "ladder",
where young people dodger to make out, smoke, fight with the girl, and on Thursday and Saturday night to complete its drunken urination, you get to Via Verdi, and there are already on the course, near Lucerne, where cross-Via Roma and Corso, 
and porches, buildings with columns that accompany you to Piazza Duomo, where there is a market around five minutes of moderate pace, perhaps not even a kilometer. From the square, then you can make three Things get off to Porta Napoli, still stores and flows along residential area in the town park, walk down to Piazza San Biagio and its many nightclubs. Enough? No.
Esis an area virtually ignored by all. Do you ever go near a place, not fermarvici ever, and wondering what on earth we will be there? E 'typical of those who make the same journey a thousand times, that feeling. I happens every time I step on the road from Pescara to L'Aquila in front of St. Pio of rooms: there is a castle, or fortified tower, or maybe an abbey ... here, I do not know what it is, sooner or later I'll have to go there. Aquila has ignored the area between the Basilica of San Bernardino its steps, by Fortinbras, Maracatu and costs Masciarelli. There is hardly anything there, if not quite old houses, one behind the other, made of very thick walls and high fences.
Why would I ever spend?
And one evening two years ago, in the summer, after a pleasant evening with friends, returning home at about 02am I said I do not want to sleep. It was like that song of Bandabardò, "my head"
friend you do not sleep
sleep because odialo
steals your time to dream,
come by, a coffee is ready ...
friend will not let me down
sleep will forgive you
Scheherazade is telling,
alertness and the city ...
and my head tells me to go to
paint the walls of the houses not to abandon
and my head tells me yes
you go at night to play
to make a company who wants to love ...
air pleasantly cool, the moon almost full, and nobody on the street. Very good, starts walking, then we'll see where to go. And here I am slipping into a narrow, steep street, stopping to read the names of the lucky owners of those houses, leaning over the gates, which often open up a small private roads, which give pearl oysters initiation of small wooden doors, staircases and wrought-iron railings and small vegetable gardens and flower pots, chimney flues, entrance glass the direct path, and stone arches carved with initials, jhs ... The amazing thing is to go behind a high wall, see the top of a majestic tree encased in a tiny space: lots of little secret gardens.
And with my mouth open, including curves, daring descents and ascents, I'm lost.
... and then we went to see the stars, came to my mind, coming out from a track on a wall that allows you to see a lot 'of the eagle, illuminated by streetlights blurred ... Where am I? but I'm really at the eagle? all this because I've always been hiding? I seriously thought that there was a hidden city, things happen only in the lord of the rings or harry potter, or in the middle ages, then understand that there was past over and over again, but I always saw everything from a point of view different, what began to look for a parking ...
One of my dreams is to spend a year in Italy and around the world, living or working in a makeshift bar, or doing the engineering profession, learning English, German and Japanese, and knowing, a bit 'as the old Kintaro Oe, shouting "I'm learning! learn! learned !"...
and rde pe rm the an co ra 
Alice was lost in Tokyo. The Clash were lost in a supermarket in the early eighties.
I'm lost in my city once.
To be precise, it is not my hometown, the one where I spent 20 years of my life is my campus, which occupies from October 2004, living in the same apartment, with the same roommates, Except for Matthew, he moved to Parma, and was replaced by Valerio, who listens to the Air and electronic music. The first time I visited this city was home to search together with my parents and those of Manu and Matt. The impact was devastating: narrow streets, full of curves, climbs and descents, no clear reference point, a lot of pedestrian areas and one-way, paving stones, and an area just outside the historic architecturally horrible. I come from Pescara, a city that is mainly developed on the coast, where the streets are parellel or perpendicular to the national or the Adriatic, the situation is complicated a bit 'only going up hills. From
university live in the center. My street is named after the first publisher of Abruzzo, the very Italian (!) By Adam Rothwill, although in the center, is one of the most quiet and peaceful, perhaps because of the station financial police a few meters, and perhaps because it is limited to traffic, and there are no shops, and on the side of Via Verdi to get there you get nice four flights of stairs ... just taking the famous "ladder",
where young people dodger to make out, smoke, fight with the girl, and on Thursday and Saturday night to complete its drunken urination, you get to Via Verdi, and there are already on the course, near Lucerne, where cross-Via Roma and Corso, 
and porches, buildings with columns that accompany you to Piazza Duomo, where there is a market around five minutes of moderate pace, perhaps not even a kilometer. From the square, then you can make three Things get off to Porta Napoli, still stores and flows along residential area in the town park, walk down to Piazza San Biagio and its many nightclubs. Enough? No. Esis an area virtually ignored by all. Do you ever go near a place, not fermarvici ever, and wondering what on earth we will be there? E 'typical of those who make the same journey a thousand times, that feeling. I happens every time I step on the road from Pescara to L'Aquila in front of St. Pio of rooms: there is a castle, or fortified tower, or maybe an abbey ... here, I do not know what it is, sooner or later I'll have to go there. Aquila has ignored the area between the Basilica of San Bernardino its steps, by Fortinbras, Maracatu and costs Masciarelli. There is hardly anything there, if not quite old houses, one behind the other, made of very thick walls and high fences.
Why would I ever spend?
And one evening two years ago, in the summer, after a pleasant evening with friends, returning home at about 02am I said I do not want to sleep. It was like that song of Bandabardò, "my head"
friend you do not sleep
sleep because odialo
steals your time to dream,
come by, a coffee is ready ...
friend will not let me down
sleep will forgive you
Scheherazade is telling,
alertness and the city ...
and my head tells me to go to
paint the walls of the houses not to abandon
and my head tells me yes
you go at night to play
to make a company who wants to love ...
air pleasantly cool, the moon almost full, and nobody on the street. Very good, starts walking, then we'll see where to go. And here I am slipping into a narrow, steep street, stopping to read the names of the lucky owners of those houses, leaning over the gates, which often open up a small private roads, which give pearl oysters initiation of small wooden doors, staircases and wrought-iron railings and small vegetable gardens and flower pots, chimney flues, entrance glass the direct path, and stone arches carved with initials, jhs ... The amazing thing is to go behind a high wall, see the top of a majestic tree encased in a tiny space: lots of little secret gardens.
And with my mouth open, including curves, daring descents and ascents, I'm lost.
... and then we went to see the stars, came to my mind, coming out from a track on a wall that allows you to see a lot 'of the eagle, illuminated by streetlights blurred ... Where am I? but I'm really at the eagle? all this because I've always been hiding? I seriously thought that there was a hidden city, things happen only in the lord of the rings or harry potter, or in the middle ages, then understand that there was past over and over again, but I always saw everything from a point of view different, what began to look for a parking ...
One of my dreams is to spend a year in Italy and around the world, living or working in a makeshift bar, or doing the engineering profession, learning English, German and Japanese, and knowing, a bit 'as the old Kintaro Oe, shouting "I'm learning! learn! learned !"...
and rde pe rm the an co ra
Amazon Tree Boa For Sale
... you understand that you are destined to leave ...
Alice was lost in Tokyo. The Clash were lost in a supermarket in the early eighties.
I'm lost in my city once.
To be precise, it is not my hometown, the one where I spent 20 years of my life is my campus, which occupies from October 2004, living in the same apartment, with the same roommates, Except for Matthew, he moved to Parma, and was replaced by Valerio, who listens to the Air and electronic music. The first time I visited this city was home to search together with my parents and those of Manu and Matt. The impact was devastating: narrow streets, full of curves, climbs and descents, no clear reference point, a lot of pedestrian areas and one-way, paving stones, and an area just outside the historic architecturally horrible. I come from Pescara, a city that is mainly developed on the coast, where the streets are parellel or perpendicular to the national or the Adriatic, the situation is complicated a bit 'only going up hills. From
university live in the center. My street is named after the first publisher of Abruzzo, the very Italian (!) By Adam Rothwill, although in the center, is one of the most quiet and peaceful, perhaps because of the station financial police a few meters, and perhaps because it is limited to traffic, and there are no shops, and on the side of Via Verdi to get there you get nice four flights of stairs ... just taking the famous "ladder", where young people dodger to make out, smoke, fight with the girl, and on Thursday and Saturday night to complete its drunken urination, you get to Via Verdi, and there are already on the course, near Lucerne, where cross-Via Roma and Corso, and porches, buildings with columns that accompany you to Piazza Duomo, where there is a market around five minutes of moderate pace, perhaps not even a kilometer. From the square, then you can make three Things get off to Porta Napoli, still stores and flows along residential area in the town park, walk down to Piazza San Biagio and its many nightclubs. Enough? No.
Esis an area virtually ignored by all. Do you ever go near a place, not fermarvici ever, and wondering what on earth we will be there? E 'typical of those who make the same journey a thousand times, that feeling. I happens every time I step on the road from Pescara to L'Aquila in front of St. Pio of rooms: there is a castle, or fortified tower, or maybe an abbey ... here, I do not know what it is, sooner or later I'll have to go there. Aquila has ignored the area between the Basilica of San Bernardino its steps, by Fortinbras, Maracatu and costs Masciarelli. There is hardly anything there, if not quite old houses, one behind the other, made of very thick walls and high fences.
Why would I ever spend?
And one evening two years ago, in the summer, after a pleasant evening with friends, returning home at about 02am I said I do not want to sleep. It was like that song of Bandabardò, "my head"
friend you do not sleep
sleep because odialo
steals your time to dream,
come by, a coffee is ready ...
friend will not let me down
sleep will forgive you
Scheherazade is telling,
alertness and the city ...
and my head tells me to go to
paint the walls of the houses not to abandon
and my head tells me yes
you go at night to play
to make a company who wants to love ...
air pleasantly cool, the moon almost full, and nobody on the street. Very good, starts walking, then we'll see where to go. And here I am slipping into a narrow, steep street, stopping to read the names of the lucky owners of those houses, leaning over the gates, which often open up a small private roads, which give pearl oysters initiation of small wooden doors, staircases and wrought-iron railings and small vegetable gardens and flower pots, chimney flues, entrance glass the direct path, and stone arches carved with initials, jhs ... The amazing thing is to go behind a high wall, see the top of a majestic tree encased in a tiny space: lots of little secret gardens.
And with my mouth open, including curves, daring descents and ascents, I'm lost.
... and then we went to see the stars, came to my mind, coming out from a track on a wall that allows you to see a lot 'of the eagle, illuminated by streetlights blurred ... Where am I? but I'm really at the eagle? all this because I've always been hiding? I seriously thought that there was a hidden city, things happen only in the lord of the rings or harry potter, or in the middle ages, then understand that there was past over and over again, but I always saw everything from a point of view different, what began to look for a parking ...
One of my dreams is to spend a year in Italy and around the world, living or working in a makeshift bar, or doing the engineering profession, learning English, German and Japanese, and knowing, a bit 'as the old Kintaro Oe, shouting "I'm learning! learn! learned !"...
and rde pe rm the an co ra
Alice was lost in Tokyo. The Clash were lost in a supermarket in the early eighties.
I'm lost in my city once.
To be precise, it is not my hometown, the one where I spent 20 years of my life is my campus, which occupies from October 2004, living in the same apartment, with the same roommates, Except for Matthew, he moved to Parma, and was replaced by Valerio, who listens to the Air and electronic music. The first time I visited this city was home to search together with my parents and those of Manu and Matt. The impact was devastating: narrow streets, full of curves, climbs and descents, no clear reference point, a lot of pedestrian areas and one-way, paving stones, and an area just outside the historic architecturally horrible. I come from Pescara, a city that is mainly developed on the coast, where the streets are parellel or perpendicular to the national or the Adriatic, the situation is complicated a bit 'only going up hills. From
university live in the center. My street is named after the first publisher of Abruzzo, the very Italian (!) By Adam Rothwill, although in the center, is one of the most quiet and peaceful, perhaps because of the station financial police a few meters, and perhaps because it is limited to traffic, and there are no shops, and on the side of Via Verdi to get there you get nice four flights of stairs ... just taking the famous "ladder",
where young people dodger to make out, smoke, fight with the girl, and on Thursday and Saturday night to complete its drunken urination, you get to Via Verdi, and there are already on the course, near Lucerne, where cross-Via Roma and Corso, and porches, buildings with columns that accompany you to Piazza Duomo, where there is a market around five minutes of moderate pace, perhaps not even a kilometer. From the square, then you can make three Things get off to Porta Napoli, still stores and flows along residential area in the town park, walk down to Piazza San Biagio and its many nightclubs. Enough? No. Esis an area virtually ignored by all. Do you ever go near a place, not fermarvici ever, and wondering what on earth we will be there? E 'typical of those who make the same journey a thousand times, that feeling. I happens every time I step on the road from Pescara to L'Aquila in front of St. Pio of rooms: there is a castle, or fortified tower, or maybe an abbey ... here, I do not know what it is, sooner or later I'll have to go there. Aquila has ignored the area between the Basilica of San Bernardino its steps, by Fortinbras, Maracatu and costs Masciarelli. There is hardly anything there, if not quite old houses, one behind the other, made of very thick walls and high fences.
Why would I ever spend?
And one evening two years ago, in the summer, after a pleasant evening with friends, returning home at about 02am I said I do not want to sleep. It was like that song of Bandabardò, "my head"
friend you do not sleep
sleep because odialo
steals your time to dream,
come by, a coffee is ready ...
friend will not let me down
sleep will forgive you
Scheherazade is telling,
alertness and the city ...
and my head tells me to go to
paint the walls of the houses not to abandon
and my head tells me yes
you go at night to play
to make a company who wants to love ...
air pleasantly cool, the moon almost full, and nobody on the street. Very good, starts walking, then we'll see where to go. And here I am slipping into a narrow, steep street, stopping to read the names of the lucky owners of those houses, leaning over the gates, which often open up a small private roads, which give pearl oysters initiation of small wooden doors, staircases and wrought-iron railings and small vegetable gardens and flower pots, chimney flues, entrance glass the direct path, and stone arches carved with initials, jhs ... The amazing thing is to go behind a high wall, see the top of a majestic tree encased in a tiny space: lots of little secret gardens.
And with my mouth open, including curves, daring descents and ascents, I'm lost.
... and then we went to see the stars, came to my mind, coming out from a track on a wall that allows you to see a lot 'of the eagle, illuminated by streetlights blurred ... Where am I? but I'm really at the eagle? all this because I've always been hiding? I seriously thought that there was a hidden city, things happen only in the lord of the rings or harry potter, or in the middle ages, then understand that there was past over and over again, but I always saw everything from a point of view different, what began to look for a parking ...
One of my dreams is to spend a year in Italy and around the world, living or working in a makeshift bar, or doing the engineering profession, learning English, German and Japanese, and knowing, a bit 'as the old Kintaro Oe, shouting "I'm learning! learn! learned !"...
and rde pe rm the an co ra
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Letters Examples To Cancel The Bt Phone Lines
already hate Facebook
Facebook is evidence that Jehovah's Witnesses are right the imminent end of the world, is the eleventh plague of Egypt extended to all employees internet, and I damn the mailbox fills up with all these crap! But it's not a cock c'avete ago?? 
Facebook is evidence that Jehovah's Witnesses are right the imminent end of the world, is the eleventh plague of Egypt extended to all employees internet, and I damn the mailbox fills up with all these crap! But it's not a cock c'avete ago??
Letters Examples To Cancel The Bt Phone Lines
already hate Facebook
Facebook is evidence that Jehovah's Witnesses are right the imminent end of the world, is the eleventh plague of Egypt extended to all employees internet, and I damn the mailbox fills up with all these crap! But it's not a cock c'avete ago??
Facebook is evidence that Jehovah's Witnesses are right the imminent end of the world, is the eleventh plague of Egypt extended to all employees internet, and I damn the mailbox fills up with all these crap! But it's not a cock c'avete ago??
Sunday, October 12, 2008
How To Delete Email Adress From Facebook On Mac
Cerano Forest
Today October 11, 2008, the team accompanied by a beautiful sunny day with the cars reached the mythical forest Cerano! After a brief review of the bike and be satisfied that everything was in place, we began to delve into the woods! Climbs, descents, corners etc.. is that you meet very often and this is the best part! I can assure you that it is an experience you do! There have been spectacular ... even catute! We meet at the next exit! Hello everyone!
How To Delete Email Adress From Facebook On Mac
Cerano Forest
Today October 11, 2008, the team accompanied by a beautiful sunny day with the cars reached the mythical forest Cerano! After a brief review of the bike and be satisfied that everything was in place, we began to delve into the woods! Climbs, descents, corners etc.. is that you meet very often and this is the best part! I can assure you that it is an experience you do! There have been spectacular ... even catute! We meet at the next exit! Hello everyone!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Command & Conquer Kane's Wrath Error 1311
October 10, 2008 Today the team consists of only three elements, Roberto, Luigi and the "stalk" (so to speak), Fabrizio came out regardless of the strong wind that characterized the day and about 35 km along a path typically road rather than the usual dirt in the direction of Mesa! It 'been a ride made difficult by the wind almost always annoying front! The photos were taken near a small chapel in mesagnese. Greetings and see you next!
DISTANCE: 35 KM.
Command & Conquer Kane's Wrath Error 1311
October 10, 2008 Today the team consists of only three elements, Roberto, Luigi and the "stalk" (so to speak), Fabrizio came out regardless of the strong wind that characterized the day and about 35 km along a path typically road rather than the usual dirt in the direction of Mesa! It 'been a ride made difficult by the wind almost always annoying front! The photos were taken near a small chapel in mesagnese. Greetings and see you next!
DISTANCE: 35 KM.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
How To Cure Allergies To Prawns
TUESDAY '
Today Tuesday, 16 September 2008, the legendary Team has made an appointment to the service station located in Via Provinciale San Vito precisely opposite the bar at 15.00 Minna! The team was composed: Sandro, Luca, Louis, Robert, Mario. The weather did not bode well but we do not matter! Our itinerary was entirely improvised by the district because we went in the direction of Paradise Mitrano, then as we started our practice to go into inpervie paths and streets and to us unknown but no less fun and engaging. It started raining and as you can guess this has made our journey even more enjoyable. As usual our ride along there have been meetings with our "dog friends" I have to say they were all quiet (to the delight of Mario). Unfortunately, at the very end of our adventure, there were 3 holes (2 to Louis) and me (Sandra). But this is part of the game! Greetings to all our friends from the web. We wait for the next release!
DISTANCE: 25 KM.
How To Cure Allergies To Prawns
TUESDAY '
Today Tuesday, 16 September 2008, the legendary Team has made an appointment to the service station located in Via Provinciale San Vito precisely opposite the bar at 15.00 Minna! The team was composed: Sandro, Luca, Louis, Robert, Mario. The weather did not bode well but we do not matter! Our itinerary was entirely improvised by the district because we went in the direction of Paradise Mitrano, then as we started our practice to go into inpervie paths and streets and to us unknown but no less fun and engaging. It started raining and as you can guess this has made our journey even more enjoyable. As usual our ride along there have been meetings with our "dog friends" I have to say they were all quiet (to the delight of Mario). Unfortunately, at the very end of our adventure, there were 3 holes (2 to Louis) and me (Sandra). But this is part of the game! Greetings to all our friends from the web. We wait for the next release!
DISTANCE: 25 KM.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Home Treatment For Dog Impetigo
MONDAY September 16' September 8
Monday, September 8, 2008 Today we took a nice mixed route run by the mountain bike up to 36.4 km from Brindisi to the Crypt of S. Biagio, the area is very impressive. As you can see from the photos, there are three new racers: Tony Savior Diego.
We are pleased to welcome you to our Team "The Adventure MTB Brindisi"! At the prox!
We are pleased to welcome you to our Team "The Adventure MTB Brindisi"! At the prox!
DISTANCE: 36 KM.
Home Treatment For Dog Impetigo
MONDAY September 16' September 8
Monday, September 8, 2008 Today we took a nice mixed route run by the mountain bike up to 36.4 km from Brindisi to the Crypt of S. Biagio, the area is very impressive. As you can see from the photos, there are three new racers: Tony Savior Diego.
We are pleased to welcome you to our Team "The Adventure MTB Brindisi"! At the prox!
We are pleased to welcome you to our Team "The Adventure MTB Brindisi"! At the prox!
DISTANCE: 36 KM.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Alternative To Grecian
Hello dear cyclists yesterday Saturday, June 14, 2008 on "The Adventure MTB Brindisi" made a beautiful release! After we gathered at the bridge near the intersection of death, Sandro, Luca, Roberto, Mario and Luigi those present, we have embarked on a new path that led us in really nice areas and of course, always surrounded by nature ! We made brief stops just long enough for a picture a drink of water and then off again in the saddle! The best moment was when at the time of Mesa became dark clouds of water and gave vent to their power downing lots of water! That 's where the team showed all its spirit of adventure continues to ride on! The fun is this! Despite our 35 km, which we did, we were pleased and excited to be a lot of fun!
DISTANCE: 35 KM.
Alternative To Grecian
Hello dear cyclists yesterday Saturday, June 14, 2008 on "The Adventure MTB Brindisi" made a beautiful release! After we gathered at the bridge near the intersection of death, Sandro, Luca, Roberto, Mario and Luigi those present, we have embarked on a new path that led us in really nice areas and of course, always surrounded by nature ! We made brief stops just long enough for a picture a drink of water and then off again in the saddle! The best moment was when at the time of Mesa became dark clouds of water and gave vent to their power downing lots of water! That 's where the team showed all its spirit of adventure continues to ride on! The fun is this! Despite our 35 km, which we did, we were pleased and excited to be a lot of fun!
DISTANCE: 35 KM.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
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Saturday, June 14, 2008 Saturday, May 24, 2008 Saturday, May 17, 2008
Today Saturday, May 24 after having gathered at the bridge near the intersection of death, Sandro, Fabio, Luca, Roberto and Mario these are present we have embarked on a new path that led us into areas very steep at times without even a path to follow! We made brief stops just long enough for a picture of a drink of water and then off again in the saddle! Are not lacking today catute, but those are part of the fun! The best moment was when we entered the forest where we have given vent to our passion for the bike started to run wildly in straight and narrow path! Despite the fact that we have 30 km, We were pleased and excited to be a lot of fun!
Distance traveled: 30 km
Japanese Text Tattoo Generator
Saturday, June 14, 2008 Saturday, May 24, 2008 Saturday, May 17, 2008
Today Saturday, May 24 after having gathered at the bridge near the intersection of death, Sandro, Fabio, Luca, Roberto and Mario these are present we have embarked on a new path that led us into areas very steep at times without even a path to follow! We made brief stops just long enough for a picture of a drink of water and then off again in the saddle! Are not lacking today catute, but those are part of the fun! The best moment was when we entered the forest where we have given vent to our passion for the bike started to run wildly in straight and narrow path! Despite the fact that we have 30 km, We were pleased and excited to be a lot of fun!
Distance traveled: 30 km
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