February 2011

Turin Shot Race report

I started the day on Saturday in the basement putting the whip to dremel tarot bought from Bennet to change a crown so that would fit into my crank. I wanted to put a tooth in a little more to stretch 'the ratio of blending and to avoid too fast. Apt choice after all. With appropriately modified bike, dressed in a super technical with lycra leggings and shoes and racing with the stomach that makes a fuss I went toward the place of departure and noted that the leg is not exactly the best, but patience now we dance and then dance.
Arrival at the place of meeting and immerse myself in the atmosphere of the festive pre-race with the usual parade of bikes of all types: track, street conversions, gems, wrecks, bike, etc ... in short, a paradise for the passionate. Fuck you, you girucchia alone or in small groups, there is heated, enrollment, spoke cards, briefing, 1, 2, 3 go!
The formula chosen by the organizers of this year provides a points race with a lot of different values \u200b\u200bcheckpoints scattered around the city and located in parks / gardens. Only one of these is required: the others can be skipped without affecting the race, but it is obvious that the more you close down and further up the charts, especially for the second peripheral checkpoint that alone are worth like 3 or 4 other added. All this to be done in a maximum time of 2 hours.
picked up the manifest I note with regret that I know of only one address of the well-marked checkpoint ... 10 Panic! Fortunately I'm with two other guys that give me the necessary tips and slowly we get an idea of \u200b\u200bhow to organize the course. Compared to other runners taken much longer to find places on maps and, on balance, I'd say it has proved a winning move, especially in a race where good planning was essential.
Party (yellow dot) and after a few meters of my two companions of adventure lies down in lion's skin coming out of a grassy earhook. Fortunately, it is unharmed and we can leave for the first check (blue dots) where maximiglio manifest and stamping on. The leg is not the best, but all in all in plain resist. To check the second climb to the Mount of the Capuchins (even if we could help it) and I'm really stuck, so that I get off the bike and push. At the second check beaks Aldone that spurs us to push and it starts again. 3 sketched in a sort of train aerodynamics on Corso Moncalieri and we head to the check of the bridge Isabella ... So what? Boh. Me and my two buddies and I feel we scatter call from below, almost under the bridge (next to the fake submarine I never realized what / what / why they put it there) from Naos. So I rush to him at check making me draw two fabulous hipster mustache with marker and known to be left alone. Like waiting to escape my comrades who have given me a crucial support to the first checkpoint, but time is running out and I decide to go solo. So they date back to the surface and follow Corso Bramante with his legs going around like that, just out of boredom. Suffering on the railway bridge and immediately turn left on Via Giordano Bruno, where I keep looking back, fearing that someone would chase, but nothing. Check the first check from peripheral millemila points which is roughly the mausoleum of Bela Rosin. Crossing the other competitors and I sling up over the Soviet Union where, strictly observing all traffic signal timing, I come to Piazzale Caio Mario to take over Agnelli. Now you'll face the chekcpoint binding (black dot) and rumors (always the first companions to escape now volatilizzatisi) gave near Santa Rita. I seek a second card and I launch into a mad rush on Corso Agnelli with legs that are slowly beginning to turn. Step next to the Stadium nonchalantly slipping over and capping machine-free brigade, which fortunately had other things to think a cyclist racing hard in obvious agitation. The fact remains that continues almost to Largo Orbassano and cut left into the Tyrrhenian Sea and then ran away Tirpoli where after a couple of times I come to check required. There is evidence to do: drink a shot of vodka or juice to be tied on pomodoro.e a vacuum pack (WTF?). However, I opted for the tomato that among other things I like a lot. Start time to assess what I can do ... there is still time, but the road is a long way. I decide to throw another peripheral checkpoint that lies on the border between Collegno and Turin. So part in a westerly direction along the railway line and going over the crane . Overpass, flyover, and finally the other leg there. We are being Thures Lito and I stamping manifest. Now as they say in New Found Glory until the arrival is almost all downhill and I off during launch France (always meticulously observing traffic signals and road traffic as all of us who run these Garette we used to do) and then turn left in Corso Marche and take the trail of a providential refrigerator truck that cut me plenty of air for half kilometer. Turn towards the right direction Pellerin and asking a couple of passers-by that I indicate with precision the location of picometres Bellardi is famous street, I reach for the check, which provides an extra test or doing field goal with a shot. And if I'm wrong? "You pull!" I intimate the chekcpointaro. I am a basketball blowjob astronomical, but I try to remember all the concepts taught to me by the champions who attend the pitches of Bardonecchia. Then hand support, hand push shot and emptying the lungs. The ball bounces dangerously on the iron, but in the end comes. Check me is a plus point, there beautiful. Having good for unleashed comes to mind this video and I walk away singing the hammerfall. Now I have to decide whether to retain all of the remaining check or cut the far north, while I go down by Nicomedes Bianchi, who knows if Ovidiu saw me go ... Arrival at the course and around Lecce left: fuck it, I try, although I'm not sure where it is well away Saorge, so as not quite get there faster and stop a couple of times to look at the paper. Stamp and delivery with a little bag as a gift, there were still a lot, I deduce that there are few that I check in the past. By street in Stratford, where an idiot to make a move totally useless to me forced to bounce back frenatina emergency. Insults and beeps to let him answer and still in the queue like a jerk. Prince Oddone got under way, fearing intrusive work, I dare not come along for the penultimate checkpoint and opto by Cigna, which is a continuous queue of cars planted. Dubious choice: probably bike there in the past, but I did not want to risk it. However, arrival at destination, hence this stamp check in via Biella and sling me towards the center along a stretch of micro current Queen, rondo of the furca, Valdocco course and then left in via Cernaia towards Via San Francesco da Paola . Missing 15 minutes after the time limited maximum. Check in at the last checkpoint that I even understood what it was and I was so Assatanate slip away a little dancing Po 'samba on the cobblestones addressed at warp speed. Urlaccio a few people trying to cut my way to Piazza Vittorio, turn left and arrive at the park Michelotti (green) after I did all the little 5 minutes and check the expiry of the deadline. It seems that no one has come before me with the full file manifest, and then won . Solita
Hooch after race party, lots of prizes and the risk came home to a snail speed race over, printing on the rear window of a clio led by a genius who has decided to get out of a driveway without looking back and talking on the telfonino. I do not even have gave satisfaction to hear the things I told him, that rude.