Aurisina

The sensation when riding down a hill loose on a late summer afternoon. The tiredness and the excitement of a falling star in a pitch-black night uphill sweating everything you got to get to the end of that fucking road with your own legs spinning on those pedals. The death-like thrill of bombing in the middle of the night crossing cars that will understand what passed by only few seconds later. This, and much more.
Meanwhile,  friday night carving in our favourite spot, in a town full of favourite spots we'd roam if we only properly knew how to brake. It's all learning. And it's exciting.