I definitely remember coming down monte grappa with the wind feeling like a hot fucking hairdryer!
I think I rode down it at 2am so no such luck.
Macedonia was where I ran out of water on some fucking dirt track in 40+. That was fun. Reminded me of home.
Well that's something to reminisce with warmth, as these days I'm thristy on a ride mostly because the bottles are frozen.
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I definitely remember coming down monte grappa with the wind feeling like a hot fucking hairdryer!