35 miles so far this morning. Stopping for a cappucino and brioche. Sitting on a terrace at a small cafe watching the passing parade. Some monied lady just walked in with a little black short dress on and expensive sunglasses and even the older mothers watched her walk. For the most part this is a mountain working class village where women wear sensible shoes not FKME heels at 10 am.
It looked like rain this morning and indeed it had rained on parts of my ride up the Brenta river valley. I met an older man on the road, basically the only people my speed and we drafted each other until my turnoff point, a first for me in Italy, -- drafting off an unknown rider. He had never seen a camelback before and asked about it.
No italian uses one. And for the most part they use one water bottle and cut the top off the other one and stick their rain jacket in there. They fill up their one bottle at local foutains.
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