By Angelo Giangregorio and Alessandro Federico
This is our day at Giro di Lombardia, as it came from our cameras and our hearts.
Good morning! It's time to have a long ride around the lake.
Time to line up and go
Time is over and the riders line up for the
start. Some black clouds still sit on our heads but sharp bright sunshine are
now filtering from them. The people from the side of the road is excited and
scream, the police motorcycle turn on the siren. In a minute the race is
already far away.
The lake
The Giro di Lombardia is the race of the lake.
We love to spot her on the side of the road, while the riders cross desert
towns and pass close to small beaches and villas. The atmosphere is surreal: at
the same time recall the past summer days but anticipate the long winter
nights.
Lunch time is over when the race hits for the
first time the lake in Lecco. A breakway of eleven is out and the bunch is in
pursuit, seven minutes behind.
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Gilbert
One
by one the riders are passing too fast in front of our lenses. For a case we
stop the action of a double winner of this race, Philippe Gilbert. He may be no
more the number one in the bunch, as he was few years ago, but still he show a
fantastic style.
Muro di Sormano
This is the place. This is the nightmare for
each of the rider. This is the climb anybody have to cross to grant the finish
line for himself. This is the narrow, nasty piece of road where the first big
selection takes place. Half of the riders defeat before it, just to avoid it.
Falling leaves on the side, while Kwiaktowski
selects the counter attack. Wellens try to maintain the wheel but the gravity
force is too strong at this point.
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The Astana Team rules the bunch on the Muro selecting the best and giving to the race the final look |
Maika and Visconti loosing the wheels |
Moreno Moser definitivly out of the contenders |
Baby give me one last
dance
Nobody want really leave because everybody
really knows it’s for long. The Giro di Lombardia closes the season and long
winter months are going to separate us from a new cycling season. The after
race in Como suburbs is crazy; here the
traffic jam is a standard any day, but with the race closing main roads is
becoming even worse. Phone calls are crossing my phone and Angelo’s. How the pics
went out? I meet Angelo in the car while I’m coming back to my one: few
precious seconds we know are to be the last one for long time to come.
On the highway back to the small harbor on the
Adriatic coast the sun is setting and cars pass my one moving on quite. The
Autogrill it’s a temptation despite the long way to cover. Last coffee of the
day, last moment before the day is over. The season ends. The joy of cycling
ends. So, yes, last coffee please, we will think to the life later on.
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