was a cold and dreary Sunday in January when four robbers found themselves in the shady Asculum County. Despite their features inspire compassion than they were as dangerous bandits, people ready to do anything to achieve their goals, ready to kill, in case anyone had placed between them and a sunny day.
long roamed the skies more remote parts of central Italy, but not that day, that day had another goal in mind: to explore the local woods in the county.
They found themselves on a cold winter day, when all the other people were standing near the warm fireplace or walk in any shopping center, showed off gleaming horses, horses that were to become a little later all four of the same color: the dark brown of the earth Ascoli!
After the customary pleasantries, the four signed the non-aggression pact, a covenant which stated that this would be finding an exit and not a day of war, a way to see if this small group of bandits could form a band ... but you know, when you have to do with the terms of the bandits do not last long!
left for the woods of Laga, but one thing was clear from the start: in war you do not make prisoners, and this ... was a war! Thus it was that immediately began falling, the first, the most spectacular, that of Victor, who made haste to give the gas was thrown backwards ending up tumbling to the ground. Despite the bad fall, they went on, heedless of what would soon they would be expected. A forest surrounded by a fog muffled received them, chestnut trees tried to stop the journey of these bandits of the new millennium, but they with great courage and a dash of recklessness continued on their way. A slimy, winding path led them through the enchanted forest, the mud began to lord it and soon the band started to get into trouble.
Of the four, Henry, less experienced and less high, soon found himself struggling more than others with a knife between his teeth while not stand: little Berlusconi earned shoes (with heels 15cm) and the seat height down baby!
Taken from the discomfort, but more determined than ever to play in the mud, began to give full-throttle, skewing several times and filing with the platforms the trunk of each tree that came into pull ... His advance was very picturesque, fun and enjoyable for those who otherwise stood behind but it worked!
soon for his way a bit "brutal" to give gas, was renamed "Marietta Wild." The four robbers advanced undeterred in the fog, recently served as technical problems to the bike MS and just served his inexperience in putting their hands in the middle:-P The bike went back to work better than before and 4 could proceed. The road, never paco obstacles, the group gave immense satisfaction and many opportunities to tease each other, ideal for cementing friendships made 300 meters into the air.
Just when the tour was over they were back side by side at a red light: they smiled friendly to each other, as if to seal the end of hostilities. All of a sudden the red went out, and everyone, absolutely everyone, widened the mouths of their engines to surpass their peers ...
Who won? I, who questions, but the real winner was the friendship! Hello
Mané
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