The thermometers marked 35 ° C, fan on, an armchair and a TV tuned to 42-inch HD La7. Something is missing ... Beer! Leave the TV turned on diertta Superpole, taking advantage of the pause pubbliciatria, heading to the race shop in front of a large house to get a well-deserved bottle and ... here it is, the ticket that you were hoping to never find: "Be right back." Yes, but now when? I'm shit ....
that note, unfortunately, at this time, you may also find it here on my blog ... Reason?
If all goes well (SGRAT) in February 2011 will become a biker heir!
To help you understand what I'm trying to tell you about my story motocilistica.
passion for motorcycles was born more or less in 9-10 years. A magical encounter with the queens of balance. Only two small rectangles of rubber to separate the man from the flight, the dream of freedom that they make us cherish. Childhood and adolescence marked epilepsy, many examinations, many days in the hospital, the slow healing, and finally the full release (I hope), thanks to my family, but especially to my guardian angel (the Gessica, my inseparable companion for the past 12 years).
two-wheel riders was something ethereal, almost supernatural, and their magic game of their health conditions, were "healthy", almost invincible, protected by their leather armor.
At 23 my first scooterone (Madison 125), acquired at considerable sacrifice, after two years LEI (SV No. 650 of 2001), my first real motorcycle, the seal of my full recovery. Also encouraged by Gessi, who loves bikes, but has always understood my motives, I suddenly found I was looking for inner peace.
Everyone has their own motivations that led him to climb up a deal with two iron wheels. The mine was to learn to accept and overcome a burden that I carried around for too many years, until a few days ago, the adrenaline was medicine that conquers all evil.
But now something has changed. Radically.
all have their own lineup of the priorities of life. I, like many others among us, I had to update it quickly because when I saw his little heart beat sull'ecografo I have dropped two of the gynecologist tears of joy. It was not expected, but it was certainly the fruit of our love.
An angel came to save both our lives.
The bike, for now, it stays there. And 'the last thought (penultimate away ..). The Chalk it has already indicated its willingness to be able to keep, but I can not do that to climb, at least not like before. No suit and soaps from scratch. Now there
him / her to fill every gap, every thought and every corner of my heart, everything is gone.
is not yet born in, but already I love him to death. It 's wonderful!
Gessica I love you.
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