( Location )
right knee.
( Cause )
I was not a climber, I was not a long-distance rider, I was not a smart to get into the joints, I was almost nothing, I was just a bit 'sprinter. And since you have kids, until the class students, some are wearing the cup at home. Every now and then, in the sprint, it is stuck. But when you're junior, that cycling is suddenly a serious thing, nothing, even if you're quick, but you're not the team's sprinter, the only thing you can do in the few races where you get to the train for the sprint is sprinter on the team, try to to win him sweat for another and be happy anyway.
So what's the only way to bring home a cup if one is a junior sprinter, to please his mother who is worried all day, every week? The races on the track, the velodrome, at night. At the velodrome is the points race, sixty laps and sprint every two or three, the first five points, three on the second, the third one, and it does not matter who arrives first at the end: the one with the most points wins . Rather, the one with the most points wins coming at the end.
Bella there. It is ten o'clock at night is dark, there are mosquitoes swirling in compact headlights and there we are, fifty, lower, compact turbines for the track, each with its tight jumpsuit, with his body, my view is fluorescent yellow and are a great cool.
At the start of the party as guns, sixty rounds at all, almost without breathing, the track is several hundred meters long, and if not we get drunk forced to turn round to fifty sixty per hour is a miracle, we touch the elbows, spat on him without realizing it, no canteens, no brakes - the bike trail does not have brakes, brake if you die - and without being able to stop pedaling - the track bikes have a fixed sprocket, if you stop pedaling the bike locks forward and make a flight then you die.
the tenth lap, I am already placed in two sprints, and I won, are at the top. On the fifteenth lap are over there in the top three, as points, as we sweat and the lungs of the unfortunate start to stop to figure out what needs to be done. At the twentieth round are second in the standings and the coach smiles, do not see it but I feel it, feel it in the sense that cries constantly MARCO DAI DAI. The thirtieth around the situation is more or less the same, there are four or five to contend for the primacy, for others no contest, vaccaboia, I have the satisfaction that I raise the adrenaline going even stronger in my yellow jumpsuit, body, by much cool. At the forty-fifth lap or so, without understanding it and without knowing it, the parabolic curve the right of the velodrome Cavendish, do not ask why, do not ask me wherefore I stop pedaling.
Flight.
I reach the turbines compact mosquitoes under the streetlights. It is a moment but is very long.
falls back on the cement and rub all over the body, the body tears, scarring me completely, slide down slides as a dead body from the parabolic curve. Check on the central lawn and open my eyes.
Executioner of a thief, I say, but not so much breath and you hear nothing. I look at my hands and are in place, I had gloves, and I touch your face and are in place, I had a helmet, I look in the legs and the right knee comes out a gush of blood that has not put a finger. I turn and I see that coming nurses are there on the grass to cure for the quarter of an hour, while the race goes on and then ends, and wins that lout of Tolomelli of Cycling 2000 Rubiera, according to Veronesi's bike bollards Srl Spilamberto, third I do not remember . I
hole in the knee that takes two months to heal, with a black crust and tamugno that slowly pull away with water and Amuchina, three times a day.
( Consequences )
When you look at the knee, now, there is a darker circle of three inches in diameter, and instead it seems tanned skin which held that color is there when you reformed. If I look in the knee, now, I am very sad I do not know him, and I think that cow of a dog, but that year there I did not win anything.
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