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Ready VIA!

As with any adventure there are the unexpected ..
and in this adventure could not miss the fender broken front and a screw in the broken rack and durable all at 21.30 the night before departure .. All

resolved, the professional course can be seen in this creativizzare and squeeze the resources ...


7:48 a small group of supporters (Laura, Joseph, and the fake reporter Luke) cheer the departure of bikers coming out triumphant from the front door directly to the garage .. After the last 8:01

Greetings our bestrides the chariot and was escorted by one part of the center of Bologna and beyond. During the trip the
Biker supporter Lorenzo joins the team start (GinoPink, Giuse and me) and so our hero begins to unravel in traffic with a bike from 30 pounds;
see him safe and careful not to bring your mirrors in the street, wriggling and studies the trajectories;
is a professional!

after some shots and a sustained pace a bit, Piazza Maggiore;
the latest photos and salute to the city, time is running out and called on the horizon km;
Gino salutes the brave and go for the street emilia ..

the city runs behind the pedal and in an instant Richard Brave is out
greets Lollo going to work, the two will meet again to make the Simplon Alps .. 9.30

Bologna is behind us now and in a campaign breakfast for the body of an athlete, pasta and coffee stained Dorzano

I Giuse and Let 's see the salute and proceed through the traffic in the direction of Paris!

GOOD TRIP! Good road and

hero

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's Children and Educators of New Grillo during the official greetings ...

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3 ... 2 ... 1 ...
sent here from Paris ...
but the word VIA officially say tomorrow.

so it seems it will be my task, along with others, help to keep you updated on the movements of our hero, while anxious to see it appear here on the outskirts of Paris, in the first suburbs south of Paris, will increase day by day ...

then make yourself comfortable. relax.
and fasten your seat belts ...
(even though we are in a bike, you never know!).

RICK GOOD ADVENTURE!

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Path and technical data




It will cover approximately 1200km, starting from London, crossing the Po Valley to Milan and then on to the Alps along Lake Maggiore. From Domodossola
climbing towards the Simplon Pass.
pass to Brig in Switzerland, Lausanne Martigny and then declined in France, where the route will continue through Besancon, Troyes finally, if fate is my help, come in Paris.

Account employ between 13 and 15 days and return by train.

carry with me all you need to be fairly self: tent, sleeping bag, stove, pots and pans, food, etc.. For a total of 20-25Kg.
Account to use up to 3 times Hotels (weather permitting) in order to recharge mobile phone and various electrical devices and especially to cure thoroughly hygiene and rest.

traveling alone, with few exceptions: the
inseparable friends starting with Joseph Laurence and Luke.
Lorenzo reach me during the Easter holidays and will probably be riding along with Switzerland.
Clare will meet me on the outskirts of Paris to escort me to the tower Eiffel, and there I will embrace my beloved (if the smell does not flee before his face!).
people mentioned above have offered to update this blog while I am riding ...

Hopefully everything goes well!

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Less Than Zero

The film is started from a few seconds and you already know where it going to end, even if you do not know the plot. Three teens (two boys and a girl) the day of graduation. They talk as they walk the various projects of the post. They arrive at the high school, posing for a photo. Taken. It is fixed on the screen for a few seconds. Music a bit 'left in the background. Credits. Then the message "Six months later". It is not hard to guess what will happen in the following 90 minutes. E 'useless to send her to say, there had not acted this film Rob would never, ever gone to seek, in part because it's the late '80s (Or when you were a genius, or at all), partly because they are more or less always the same variations on the theme "What happens when you need to become great." In short, it's bullshit , unless you know how to tell really well. And Mr. director has not done so. But the film is just Rob, who plays the role more difficult, messy and real film, and that alone takes up the whole plot (the other two actors have the expressiveness of a wax figure). In the world of cinema is said that a great actor is distinguished by its ability to make it memorable every role she plays, even the most trivial in a mediocre film. As in this case.
You know the song 883, You Return? It looks like this:

Do you remember that summer, running even though it was raining? They tried a bit 'all, what is not told, we had fun with the nonsense. This small district, there seemed immense. Then the streets gradually gave us away, and the reason seems strange, I can not even say, only you could see some time with those others around you who told me "A few nights go on to find"

happens in the film pretty much the same thing, only in the space of six months, one of the three leaves in a college of the East, the other two remaining life are messing with drugs (and Julian, the character who plays Rob, even with large payables loans never repaid), and when Clay comes home for the Christmas holidays, is the utter mess and want to pick up and leave right away (and this will be the sub theme of the entire film). The plot is not much else to say, what happens is easily understood. However, if I'm standing here at a quarter to 5 to write there must be a reason, and is easily understood. I write about it because it upset me, despite my trained eye can not help but notice the lack of artistic direction generally. It may seem a paradox, or an exaggeration due to the fact that we recite Rob, but it is not. I see a hundred films a year, the space between genres, directors, actors, locations and ages. With such a step, only a few moments, the sequences that remain fixed in your mind and you will know that there unrivet impossible, for a variety of reasons, mental and emotional. And not only I say, there are dozens of critics and experts that have demonstrated. Because in the end the film are made more or less a large majority all the same way, and then you go to find the detail, detail, something that makes that particular magic moment, real, pure. It is not often, not always happens even in a certain way. Sometimes it is a look, others short, others a gesture. It can be a full performance or just a single moment. What matters is that, sometimes, it happens. Even in mediocre films like questo.Nella present case, Less Than Zero took me like a vice stomach interpretation of Rob (and no, has nothing to do I was predisposed to his character), which is so visceral, so pressing to reduce you almost stepped on a cloth, which is nothing less than what happens to her character on the screen. He made a mistake (caxxo, eighteen years who did not commit?), Has had to face alone, and made another, the father has thrown out, is full of debt and drugs, is alone and spends his nights on a bench in the park. Those who threaten it owes money. Attempts to react but, again, the rest of the world slams the door in his face. Is being blackmailed. It 'a little more than a doormat. He misses his two friends, who apart from some rare turn take their own business (and each other). It 's only. He smokes. He took refuge on a cliff overlooking the ocean and he stands there staring at the Pacific. When Clay is talking to him a moment, then turns around and makes him "I gotta go." Julian replies: "Always leaving, you!", But with a smile, as if to say "I understand." Just what the others are not with him, never willing to do so. He remains there to watch the sea. It 's probably be the most docile of the earth. This would be enough to make it clear why I did Julian the effect just described. The reason is simple, and is also the most banal that we can be. I identify myself in him, in all respects. Of course, I have a drug problem nor debt, can not sleep on the street and I live at home with my parents. But this is only the surface, it is only evidence of the character. Its essence, its peculiar feature, the clothes are a bit 'extra-large door that, in broken sentences that others do not ever end up saying, in solitude, tears hidden from the world, in typical wry smile who wants to laugh more often, just do not give him the chance; is restlessness, the desire, at times, to drop everything, lost in the continuing challenges to show others his kindness, his good intentions, despite often being exploited. Those are the true characteristics of Julian. The my features. That's why this film has upset me. Nothing more, nothing less . Although it seems heresy to say this is what Julian has the clearest vision of all life. It would take a share to make it clear, but Rob does not talk much in the film, let it be in his gestures, his looks. So I leave you with one of his screen-shot, and a phrase from the song as the credits run.

The night is my wake All
thoughts slip away And even though
I must leave you
Remember, I love you

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A Brand New Day

happens that there are moments in the life of a little 'all persons, in we fixed it with something or someone: a car, motorcycle, a singer, an actor, a city (although it seems strange, I can assure you that happens). In general, and a significant percentage of cases (not going to give you figures because I have enough to share in this speech, then I would give up a bust), eventually the novelty wears off, or are fixed with something else, recommencing the cycle, and the former is set aside, in a box: you know it's there, every now and resume in hand, but it has no further developments. It 's just a way as any to escape the daily routine, the alternation of wake up, breakfast, work, lunch break, work, coming home, sport, shower, TV, computer, bed and so on . You go to find something out of the ordinary that we hope will make our lives, if not better, at least bearable. Some call it a hobby, some call it passion, some call it obsession. Different names to describe the same phenomenon.

For me it is quite different, and not because I like to think of myself as a kind of emancipation, but because my mind rebels at Stagnation , pass me the famous quote. I mean, I have a serious problem with the stand and do nothing in the broadest sense of the term, namely: failed to adapt to the routine of everyday life, and having reached the conclusion that the my future life will never be made up of things that are repeated over and over, when I find someone who gives me the key to liberation from this condition and I cling I do not give up more. This creates many other problems, but all more or less manageable.

How does all this with the first speech is easily understood. Many of you know the story, but since it is functional to the general understanding I do a quick summary. Four years ago I met Bruce, and looking back now I can say that there was time, a long time to be honest, when I was obsessed with Bruce, but just completely. So that was not listening to other music, in my conversations could get more, and my life took place largely in its function. This lasted for a couple of years, say until I trafserita in Rome for the university and I began to understand that if I survive I had to give me a minute to do and be always hitting her head on the PC. In 2009, the last year, Bruce is back on tour in March and my life has begun to revolve around him, albeit with moderation and not morbid attachment (for the series, however, I got up every night when he played, the setlist and I transcribed the diary, and bought dozens of tickets for concerts all over Europe, and so on - maybe now you'll understand when I said I'm a special case, if this is moderation ...), to the point where I planned a trip for two weeks in the U.S. without saying anything to my parents, for a total of six concerts by Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band and two of the Gaslight Anthem. But the setting was passed to me, eh.
The last concert in Philadelphia on October 20 last year was something so strong, so thrilling, so exciting, so intense in its three and a half hours for me to say that after that there could be nothing at par (without want to imply that anything more for me was the closest thing to perfection that an agreement could be reached, stop). Back home it took me about ten of days to recover from the trip, and Bruce had nothing to do in small part, go to the States for me was the realization of a dream, see New York City, Jersey, Asbury Park, eating a Philly cheesesteak and walk to Broadway the Starbucks cup in hand, climb the Rockefeller Center at midnight, look down and have the most beautiful city in the world beneath you, led by New York City Serenade, which makes you look like in a movie: all this made me feel alive, now part of something where I was moving perfectly at ease. Putting into perspective, the concerts were really a plus, though few have understood.
I decided to put aside Bruce, was also time: I had seen him play at his house, which was what I wanted most when I was coming into contact with his song, and finally I had it done. I could not objectively ask - and ask - and more. For the new year I suggested once again to devote myself to the passion that I had neglected over the past two to three years due to Bruce, a passion that I want to become my life: the cinema. However, between saying and doing, there are so many things that the middle one is always on the verge of surrender.
Let me explain. First, the vast majority of those who know me enough to know Bruce when I set my new connection I do not say that I laughed in my face, but at least he made a face somewhere between "You're taking the piss? "and" You Can not Be Serious! "(which, by the way, I was nervous a lot, 'because nobody can afford to tell me what has priority in my choices) . The second reaction was to fall from the clouds, like: "The cinema!? Oh, c'mon, "and the worst thing is that many have, to have her, which made me realize what my attachment was too much to Bruce, so as to obscure everything else.
But still, despite I put all this adverse climate on, metaphorically speaking, records of Bruce and I pulled out the dvd, my expenses have been increasingly directed to the purchase of DVD / Blu-ray and the end of February last I was able to allow for the bd coveted player, whose purchase now for a year and a half I kept having to postpone due to other expenses Springsteen. I began to mend the clothes (mind you, I'm still down with jeans, but at least I stopped dressing in layers like when wandering from one city to another and from one show to another), to change a bit 'more , to reduce the consumption of sweets and junk food varied and, most importantly of all, I started jogging regularly, and even when my legs are rebelling and calling for the stop is continuing, because I have a strong motivation, perhaps for the first time in my life.
What is it easily understood. For too long, I cradled the fact to consider myself an artist, and based on this imaginary status I did not think I would look after certain details, in some measure due. Who asked me, I said that I did very well be so, as long as I feel at ease with myself. I actually took out alone, I kept telling each other that this was, what I wanted, and she went back to sleep without saying a word. I felt that I was missing something, that was not the way I like to see me, but I just could not admit it in sincerity with myself, so I made up lies upon lies only to autoconvincermi.
you ask me what has finally opened his eyes. Be ', when you say destiny, it was the cinema, more specifically it was the night's Academy Awards. Among the candidates was the most independent film Preciuos , whose two actresses were nominated in their respective categories of Best actor and Best Supporting Role. Usually not followed the red carpet, because the ceremony I saw her alone, and then at 11 I went to bed to sleep a few hours and then wake up at 2 and follow the direct. This year, however, Anna was in instant communication with me and then I pulled even to the bitter end until after the conclusion of the evening, because in an unspecified there was immediately after a broadcast on a much more interesting film with very interesting 'immensely far more interesting character (and Forgive the chiasm). Back to us, while following the red carpet and in between my moaning ("I Want To Be theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!") And other things here that make their walk Mo'Nique and Gabourey Sidibe, the protagonists of Precious . I had already seen at the Golden Globes, but it was at that moment, and I do not know what kinda why, in my head that everything has been done clean and clear as ever. And now, after a bit 'of time that I've got it over, maybe because I think I understand.
The fact is that so far, although I would have never admitted to anyone in the world, being as I was was something to hold on with all of me at times when it seemed that I actually wanted to incorporate within it, make them part of its monotony, its banality. To rebel said that no, I was not like everyone else, not badavo to appearances, I did not care that others do not regard me, while actually inside, at some subconscious level even if buried somewhere, every time I noticed these attitudes of people (and always noticed them, because damn it I have the same perception of Wolverine in these situations) somewhere resumed the blood to flow from the same wound never cicaturizzata. But I was too good at protecting myself from the truth, and eventually come to believe it was the reality, even though it was quite the opposite. So that Sunday night I wondered, as I imagined to be there, named among the nominees, and get ahead of others for not being in that mess of people who are barely able to walk, I wondered how I would have dressed I'd wear that dress and if, looking in the mirror before leaving the hotel room, I would be happy with myself and my body or if I felt the same discomfort and a little 'embarrassed that I had when I worn for the first time in ten years, a dress for my uncle's wedding last September.
understand that when you get to a level of self-consciousness that, well, 'is very difficult to continue to poke fun at themselves, to pretend that (all is well, all is well). This has nothing to do with the other, with the world, with all the various crap, this has to do only with themselves, and what you want to make their life. It 's just to put it in perspective, the other towards the medal "It's my life and I'll do what I want. It's my mind and I'll think what I want." Nothing more and nothing less. At the end of this whole story about this new life, about my future as regards the DAMS want to study in Rome. It 's the same vinyl that runs on mangiadischi.
few days ago that I visited my uncle who was in town for a film project, while spoke a little 'of this thing he asked me point blank that if I wanted to go to Cannes for his account. Except that at that moment I looked at him with sparkling eyes and calmly as possible much that I managed to murmur a "If I had my ..." that clearly hinted that my answer would have been if, when I came home and told my mother told me that surprise what about my future, what was not Bruce, was not only fun and that I had to follow whatever I come closer to my intent. In that moment I knew really, and perhaps with a clarity that I had never had before, that film for me is really something more, not just to say, not only in mo 'slogans. The cinema is my life, is what they have to fight if I want to be happy with myself if I want to one day look back at the road I have traveled, to say that he fought with every force at my disposal to achieve that goal coveted. To get my happiness.

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Only You (Can Make This World Seem Right)

Let's talk about movies, because this year I promise to dedicate much time as possible (and it seems all well and good, and because mr. Bruce has decided to stay at home house at the moment). And then, by the way, the cinema is my life and I've got last year suffered as a beaten dog not to go to Venice, those ten days there. Yes, although I did all summer around here and there I missed. I know it can be difficult to understand, but for me that place and those days are like a vacation in paradise, Seriously. Although there are incomprehensible film that you saw them there would run five minutes after five. But never mind. The fact is that I sbarluccicano eyes when I see on TV or Internet services, video and live broadcasts from various red carpet events, no matter which film is presented (that's only an extra incentive, as they say) . So when I am there every time is a bit 'as if it took place a dream, even though the red carpet at the Show me I see it rarely, because of the girls that when there is a big name piazzan there from early morning (and I can not lose four or five projections to stand there and take sun , no joke). But there are press conferences, the restore point that makes the hot-dog at the moment, that you must show the pass to go see the movie, the code to enter at eight o'clock in the morning (even stuff I do not do 's universities), the breakfast session with all''hotel pass hanging from his neck of the bag resting on the chair in front of Show, looking through the schedule for the day, movies in original language with subtitles and the CIAK fresh daily with fresh news . The feeling all this gives is actually very simple: you realize that for once in your life you are really confused in the right place at the right time, and why you wanted six. For the series "The finer things in life."

I said film. While Sunday night I was glued to the TV (and Internet, because the shots of the red carpet were different) I have repeated at least a dozen times "I wish I were there." And my eyes were shining. This matter who was there. The magic of belonging to something larger is what led men to establish religions, and is one of the things that fascinates me most in the world: awareness to have your own place, or as Bruce said about the music p rhyme to sing that song, " There Was a Time When The Music Provided you with a sense of unity Greater, Greater sense of shared vision and purpose That it does today. " Then you can think a little 'what you want, but for me it is, period.
Whether the film really has all the answers. Just know where to look, of course. But there are, there always are. That's when you find one that you expect that no sparks, because you know that anything can happen, however much you may end up at the bottom, there will always be a movie there to reach out, a character who is worse off than you and where you can identify. Just a little lower 'guard, just a little', without getting caught up in emotions stand there like a Swiss military to repeat that you are in a room watching a large screen TV. Then of course, everyone has their own preferences, and Pincopanco and Pancopinco, but a common denominator uniting us, but more often we try not to view it or at least to ignore it, because we humans are like that, and we can not do much.
I for example have always liked the kind sketched, but shot up in a good way. Those who could not mix much because they were timid, or because they did not have time to think something that already felt different, or because nobody could keep their pace, or because of continuous combined mess without doing it on purpose. Mostly people like Donald Duck (Donald Duck) and Jack Skellington. Certainly not people like Mickey Mouse or Robin Hood, so to speak. And even as Donnie Darko, Donnie Darko because he had more serious problems than mine, believe me. But the underlying moral of the Disney cartoons is that everyone can do it in the end, engaging, even splashing good. So when we played in those legendary games of pseudo-role (do not know how else to call them) that probably now no child would dream of doing, I always ended up getting to Donald, because ultimately it was the perfect human incarnation. The nice thing though is that I also had a strong tendency to the dramatization of the facts in the stories ricreavavamo, there was always someone who is hurt, or who were mistreated, or who was teased. It was something we could always take over, even when I did not think sooner or later emerge and catalyze the full story on himself. Surely a psychologist would know to provide an accurate analysis of why this was (and still does), but my guess is that by introducing the element of drama you can best catalyze the viewer's attention (and other children, to remain in our example). If you put on stage a normal life, where everything is more repeats or less equal, and where you ride, after a while 'you are tired, both acting and watching, unless you like watching a star Jerry Lewis, and the magic ends. With no drama, because it is something bad, dirty, ill. The drama charisma claims, demands will of mind, expect the strength. Being strong. It 's time where you have to pull out his teeth and show who you are, so many fall for it, on the tragedy. Apparently because it seems easy, the situation is practically do everything. In reality, however, is not so, because if the player does not react in a certain way the play seems phony, it seems manipulated, and no longer need. Is trashed. When I was
small and at home we only had a TV there were not many opportunities, was chosen from Super Quark, the political forum or a movie. Among the different kinds of films, including a romantic comedy and an action movie. End of the evening schedule. And we were lucky because we had the movie channels Tele +. When my mother chose, of course, watching movies optimistic about the 90 disparate couples who can not stand at the beginning of the film and in the end they loved each other, and more or less nice variations on the theme. But it was good, as you saw in those films was a kiss, and then for the family (for me) was okay. But when my father had a choice, the protagonist was in 85% of Bruce Willis, with appearances miscellaneous Tom Hanks, Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith. Most of the time my mother and I we went to bed in the first half, around 10 (good old days when films were cut into two parts by an hour each, and the first evening began at 9 and precise split ), because you think they were too violent for a child, but there were times when I was allowed to keep watching, as with Apollo 13, and then it was a blast absurd to go to bed at 11, even! Stuff the next day to tell friends at school.
Then we moved to my house between the sentimental and the action, with occasional appearances of comedy and thriller. There was the western, there was no fantasy, there was no war movie (of course), there was no drama. The only exception, if one can speak of except that I had done was Jurassic Park, dinosaurs and doted on because it was too obvious to prevent me from watching it. Up to eight years took me to the cinema to see only Disney movies, if not passed on porn, the breakthrough came with the release of Titanic, but that's another story.
You can imagine how, growing up, I had so accustomed to this kind of movie, especially those of my mother after the first ten minutes I could already tell how it would end, which I began to simmer, and as I led to see less and less sentimental, until I have more around 12 years, so I settled the action of my father. After four and a half years, when I made it clear to myself and I decided to make movies my life, and since the ban failed in the meantime look at other kinds of film, I began to recover a bit 'of things , and it was then that I met Scorsese (but this is also a separate chapter). However, slight aversion to the sentimental I had left, and continued to snub the top, doing a little 'accounts, I have not seen a movie like this until I started going to college, and to understand that basically I was a nobody for something disgusted, and that there had to be good even in the sentimental, although very thoroughly. So I started watching it when it happened, and at first I have not revised my opinion on the category. Except that at one point I saw To Have And To Have Not (Southern Water), the '40s classic with Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, and I understood where he was wrong: it was the wrong approach, I had to certain films. It 'makes sense that you can not find those kind of jokes about life Taxi Driver, or situations in which the protagonist eventually pours into a bloodbath, or fighting against time to defuse a bomb. The sentimental is written in a certain way because the viewer has to live two hours in which the maximum voltage is given by the curiosity to know if at the end of the two protagonists to marry and live happily ever after. Otherwise it's like to claim that the comedian died of strokes, to make a silly example. Having established this, the sentimental, or at least one properly done, has regained some kind of value in my eyes, and now if it happens I do not disdain to spend a couple of hours to watch a good movie about love, as they were called to 'time when my mother and chose to sit on the couch to watch.
Tonight was one of those nights when you do not want to do anything but lie on the bed and shoot something light, something that will not be required to think, because you do not have to think really want. So it's not by chance I saw myself Only You, just because Rob was there, it is clear, the choice was not so arbitrary as it would have seemed. The movie was not perfect, sometimes there was some joke phone call and forced some situation, okay, but two hours were very nice, I laughed to taste three or four times, and above all I am relaxed after a day spent to bad blood over the Internet (but let's leave this thing for charity). The sentimental is also nice for this, because it allows you to do so. Pull the plug.
And anyway, just to say, I want a guy like Rob in the film, which organizes all this ruse to convince me that he loves me.