|The sky over the rail station|
"It's raining again, still it's warm, even warmer than yesterday when I thought it was the Springtime already. A tender green on the nacked trees, a random hole of bright blue in the dull grey sky, then something - indefinable, restless - in my blood making hard to sleep at night and a bird distintly singing out the window during my lesson: Springtime.
|Me in my class|
It has been a mild winter and my gypsies managed it well: wrapped in coloured blakets, covers, sleepinbags, and packed together on the grass of the park, a cardboard to protect them from the moisture of the ground. I use to see them in the early morning, when I ride by going to school. I have slept a few times me too under the stars, without a tent, often in Summer but once in April so it wasn't exaly hot. It's great.
I don't need anymore a long winter coat - the red one I was wearing in Belgium is going to be cleaned and put away - nor a beret under my helmet. Even the bomber jacket I'm using now is too much: yesterday I was soacked in sweat when I got off my bike: it's definitely time to switch to a 'modular' clothing starting with a t-shirt and finishing with a windcheater. I can't change my clothes at school and that's also why I don't ride my bike when it's pourring rain: getting wet is not a problem but staying wet is.
Unless I have to go to school, I love being in the rain and you'll seldom see me with an umbrella. It's funny how people fear the rain: two drops and they run under a shelter. But look the other animals and how they enjoy a little rain, especially in the Springtime! Today after work I was the only one waiting for the train in the beautiful rain while all the rest were comically squashed under the short platform roof. A man stared at me, came out and tried the rain with his hand, incredulous, then made a bolt back.
|Reading at home in a rainy day|
The pourring rain means that often my son can't train but last Sunday it was dry and I followed the training session in the team car. My son is in his second year as an 'esordiente', 14 yo: they are already pretty fast and train on a distance of 50/70 kms. On Sunday it's 'fondo', that's riding molstly on flat keeping an high pace on a small gear. My son prefer the training session they have during the week when they ride to the Chianti hills on a more various route. He's a good climber and a strong roulleur. I like following in the car chattering with the sport director about procycling and my kid. We know each other since almost ten year!
Last but not least I had some sweat moments with my loved one. It's complicated but let's take the good: perfectionism is a big enemy of happiness."