You should try it.
Pending a full report, I will say that until I reached Brindisi, I thought I'd seen it all. I'd seen a No Bike Day. I'd seen a Half Bike Day. I'd even seen a Three-Quarter Bike Day. But I'd never seen a Full Bike Day. Indeed, there were those who said a Full Bike Day couldn't be done. They said it was impossible. They said we were crazy to even try a Full Bike Day.
But we showed 'em. We showed 'em good:
Yes, it was a no-holds-barred, tires-in-your-face, silhouetted-mountain-biker-descending-from-the-sky Full Bike Day:
Also, during my visit, I fulfilled many fantasies I didn't even know I had until they were actually coming true. For example, I finally addressed a high school assembly:
I finally made the Gazzetta del Mezzogiorno:
And I finally spied the legendary Crazy Bike of San Vito dei Normanni:
You're probably wondering: "Was the Crazy Bike actually crazy?"
You're goddamn right it was. In fact, it was so crazy they had to name it Crazy twice:
In any case, wish me a pleasant flight, or wish me a miserable one as is your wont. Either way, shortly I will embark, and I look forward to returning home and reoccupying my blogging chair which has been vacant far too often in recent weeks.
Until then, stay crazy.
--Wildcat Rock Machine