Pat, Christi, Guy and Lisa strolled out of Musella (our winery) around 10am for a few hours of climbing through the hills and hill towns above Verona. The landscape is filled with vineyard and low walled streets with fruit hanging over. We knew we were in trouble when pat decided to head up another no cheveron hill that started with a sign requiring tire chains. It was some climb as we ascended into the heavens noticing the temperature drop and the dearth of elements no longer growing by the side of the road.
Reaching the saddle in the mountain, we paused and I loved the feeling of my heart beating out of my chest.
The ride down that hill was rythmic and sweet droping down into a sweet little town where we warmed ourselves with some cafe and chocolato caldo.
After a great pizze lunch where the pizze is so thin its like a cracker, Pat found us another "no cheveron" climb where some of us seemed to have met our pizze again. Reaching the top, almost wanting to walk the bike up this road that could have stairs we reached the top mounted and proud. Reveling in our accomplishment, Pat looked over to the three of us and said, "ok, this is all a nice feel good moment, but let's go.". We chuckled, followed his tail back home to Musella where Gracella had dinner waiting for us.
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