Our trip was marked by rain.
Luck or misfortune, depending on your point of view, because that’s how stories are born, ending up in a downpour, or in the mud, or getting the day’s trail wrong.
Catching hail on a climb, taking shelter in a remote commune, and turning icy shaking hands into memorable memories.
Yes, because then what counts is the group.
The idea of sharing an experience with those who are different from you, in the effort of moving that means. The means, the bicycle, that takes you to the limit, that makes you discover different sensations each time, that takes you to different and distant places, that allows you to meet people.
An ideal place for bike lovers. Rich in destinations, distractions and routes.
And then there is the race, The Traka; there is the search for the correct setup and in doubt until the day before; there is the anxiety and rigorous preparation; there is the adrenaline rush at the start, there are the unexpected events and solutions; and finally there is the finish, the worthy conclusion of a journey crowned by the warmth of the cheers of your friends and fellow travelers.
Dulcis in fundo there is also the celebration, why not, the moment when we realize that what matters most is sharing those moments with people who have the same passion and desire for levity as we do.
This was our journey, this was our goal.
