Monday evening, on the long way back from Belgium to Bilbao, when we where about 600km far from destination, assuming already that I wouldn’t meet him, I got unexpectedly visited by the man with the hammer (L’uomo col martello). I was tired and low, and although I drunk a generous amount of caffein in order to cheer myself up, I felt generally unwell. Stomachache and strong shivering that wouldn’t let me drive. Using Frank’s words ” I had to be careful to avoid muscles getting detached from the bones”, such a fragile physical feeling… I already admitted I wouldn’t have met him on this trip… and…sbam! Ones again, and as happened to Frank, out from the saddle. You never know, the man with the hammer he can be hidden on every corner, specially when you aren’t aware of him.

The lesson ones again is that if you are looking for something, if you really want it, you will just get it. We departed aiming to get marked of pavè and muurs, aiming to get even hurt of them as our heroes do, and we’ve got it. We got it all and some more.

I leave you with a compilation of L’uomo col martello‘s best hits. Mick was the only ones that didn’t get hit, he was too shy, he had to force 3 flats on a row to run out of tires and get the van! we also think some times, only when legs allows…