May 06, 2017

In a small fishing village attached to the lesser visited Italian Cilento Coast we took off to ride a stage of the 2013 Giro D'Italia.

We had missed the Giro but trace evidence still lingered on the roads and in towns of the small villages the stage had sweep through.

The spectators were gone.  The parade of team buses, cars, media and sponsors, gone.  Quiet freshly paved roads, abandoned barriers teetering into ditches and trampled grass where the fans had stood for hours waiting for riders to speed past were some of the evidence that lingered. Months of preparation and anticipation vanishing within a few breaths.

We passed under banners and pennants strung across the streets.  Our wheels rolling over the fading names of riders drawn with chalk on the roads.

Even though it wasn't a storied mountain stage or a well-known stretch of landscape it still held the energy of the Giro.

In all its abandonment the spirit of the Giro clung to this stretch of road as it had weaved in and out of small seaside and hilltop villages.

We were energized and forever drawn to this great cycling event.

The Giro D'Italia Pin is here to celebrate 100 years.

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