Lizzie's realm

Working the whole day, Sunday is always a difficult day, quite..tiring, if I may say so.  Adding my backache- that I'm having from months - a para-flu syndrom due to the change of season 8from summer to winter, I hate it. whoever told that there are no longer middle seasosn, he was a genius) and you have how much I'm pissed off. also, to add injury to the injured, we are celebrating in Alba (my hometown) the white truffle international festival. meaning? well, it basically means that, to get home, I spent 25 minutes to make 200 metres. I'm not kidding. So, imagine how my back is happy right now (actually, right now the pain has gone from the back all the way to teh foot in one direction, and the back of my head in the opposite one).

also, I'm extremely sorry that, this morning, 24 years old professional biker Marco Simoncelli died during the Sapanga Grand Prix, in Malysia. he was younger than me- and that's already bad, knowing that someoen so close in age to me died, a bit traumatic - and was still, even if a champion, the buy from teh samll town, who still slept in his twin bed whenver he come abck home to his parents and his 11 years old sister.  the Italain sport looses a champion, but moslty, people looses one of their own. His agony lasted 45 minutes, 45 minutes in which, after another bike (Evans, and maybe even Valentino Rpssi's one, his best frined and mentor) crashed his neck, he never re-took conscoiusness.
wherever you are, if you are somewhere else, I hope you are still riding your bike, happy, smiling looking at us, with those huge egad of brown-reddish curls...