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This is a tale of two cylinders and two wheels that began long ago\u2014a story of a protracted courtship that, as soon as economic circumstances allowed, transformed into a visceral, instinctive passion. Her name was Imola, a Moto Guzzi purchased second-hand with the modest funds accumulated from sporadic student jobs. It’s also a narrative of falls because, as any motorcyclist knows, it’s through falling that you learn to rise again; it’s by falling that you learn not to fall anymore. However, there are falls from which you don’t recover, and the motorcycle, like many other things, turns into a memory that gradually fades away. What you may not know is that what you considered an irreparable loss still lurks somewhere, patiently waiting. And it’s patient\u2014patient and relentless, like all stories intertwined with myth, sharing a common destiny of rebirth.<\/p>\n

What you come to understand over time is that you must relearn the simplest tasks, not as before but in a different way. That day, when you fell and lost the use of your left arm, even a mundane act like tying your shoelaces becomes a virtuoso exercise. One could choose to have someone else tie their shoes or resign themselves to a life of loafers, but the crux lies in this choice. Falling so drastically imparts another lesson: you can decide whether to stay on the ground or to damn your soul to find an alternative way to stand back up. One step at a time, one goal at a time. You fix it in your sights and start circling until you discover its weakness\u2014the different, never-before-attempted solution that will show you how to hit the target. I said how, not if. The variable of time ceases to exist; there’s only the fierce determination to win, to finally get there.<\/p>\n

You arrive even, or perhaps especially, with inevitable defeats that, like falls, teach you not to lose anymore\u2014to seek a different alternative. Today, another target is in sight, unthinkable until recently, but that’s the beauty of goals: they show up when you’re ready or when they decide the time has come. Like all mythical stories, this one returns to the starting point, to the precise moment when everything changed. So, today marks the beginning of another story, always with two cylinders and always on two wheels, and once again, it involves a Guzzi. Today is the moment to get back in the saddle.<\/p>\n

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And it's patient\u2014patient and relentless, like all stories intertwined with myth, sharing a common destiny of rebirth.\r\n\r\nWhat you come to understand over time is that you must relearn the simplest tasks, not as before but in a different way. That day, when you fell and lost the use of your left arm, even a mundane act like tying your shoelaces becomes a virtuoso exercise. One could choose to have someone else tie their shoes or resign themselves to a life of loafers, but the crux lies in this choice. Falling so drastically imparts another lesson: you can decide whether to stay on the ground or to damn your soul to find an alternative way to stand back up. One step at a time, one goal at a time. You fix it in your sights and start circling until you discover its weakness\u2014the different, never-before-attempted solution that will show you how to hit the target. I said how, not if. The variable of time ceases to exist; there's only the fierce determination to win, to finally get there.\r\n\r\nYou arrive even, or perhaps especially, with inevitable defeats that, like falls, teach you not to lose anymore\u2014to seek a different alternative. Today, another target is in sight, unthinkable until recently, but that's the beauty of goals: they show up when you're ready or when they decide the time has come. Like all mythical stories, this one returns to the starting point, to the precise moment when everything changed. So, today marks the beginning of another story, always with two cylinders and always on two wheels, and once again, it involves a Guzzi. Today is the moment to get back in the saddle.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_165\" align=\"aligncenter\" width=\"800\"]\"Roma Roma (Italia), 1989 \u00a9 Marco Valente[\/caption]"},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false,"raw":""},"author":1,"featured_media":165,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_it_post_content":"Questa \u00e8 una storia a due cilindri e due ruote che nasce molto tempo fa. \u00c8 la storia di un lungo corteggiamento sfociato, non appena le condizioni economiche l\u2019hanno permesso, in una passione viscerale, istintiva, di pancia. Lei si chiamava Imola e era una Moto Guzzi acquistata di seconda mano con i pochi soldi racimolati grazie ai piccoli lavori saltuari da studente. \u00c8 anche una storia di cadute perch\u00e9, come sa bene chi va in moto, \u00e8 quando cadi che impari a rialzarti, \u00e8 grazie a una caduta che impari a non cadere pi\u00f9. Poi, per\u00f2, ci sono anche cadute dalle quali non ti rialzi e la moto, come molte altre altre cose, diventano ricordi che, col tempo, si fanno sempre pi\u00f9 sbiaditi. Quello che per\u00f2 non sai \u00e8 che quella che consideravi una perdita irreparabile \u00e8 ancora l\u00ec, nascosta da qualche parte. Ed \u00e8 paziente. Paziente e inesorabile come tutte le storie che hanno a che fare col mito e che col mito hanno un\u2019altra cosa in comune: un destino di rinascita.\r\n\r\nQuello che infatti capisci col tempo \u00e8 che devi apprendere di nuovo a fare le cose pi\u00f9 semplici, non come le facevi prima ma in un altro modo perch\u00e9, quel giorno, quando sei caduto, hai perso l\u2019uso del braccio sinistro e anche un\u2019operazione banale come allacciarsi le scarpe diventa un esercizio di virtuosismo. Certo, uno pu\u00f2 anche decidere di farsi allacciare le scarpe da qualcun altro o rassegnarsi a calzare mocassini a vita, ma il punto \u00e8 proprio questo perch\u00e9 cadere cos\u00ec rovinosamente ti lascia anche un altro insegnamento: puoi scegliere se rimanere a terra o dannarti l\u2019anima per trovare un modo alternativo di rimetterti in piedi. Un passo alla volta, un obiettivo alla volta. Lo metti nel mirino e cominci a girargli intorno fino a scovare il suo punto debole, la soluzione diversa e mai tentata prima che ti permetter\u00e0 di centrarlo. Ho detto come, non se. Allora la variabile tempo non esiste pi\u00f9, esiste la feroce determinazione di vincere, di arrivarci finalmente.\r\n\r\nCi arrivi anche \u2013 o forse soprattutto \u2013 con le inevitabili sconfitte che, come le cadute, ti insegnano a non perdere pi\u00f9, a cercare un\u2019alternativa ancora diversa. Oggi nel mirino c\u2019\u00e8 un altro bersaglio, impensabile fino a poco tempo fa, ma questo \u00e8 il bello degli obiettivi: si mostrano quando sei pronto o, forse, quando loro decidono che \u00e8 arrivato il momento. E come tutte le storie mitiche anche questa torna al punto di partenza, al preciso istante dove tutto ha avuto inizio, a quella frazione di secondo in cui ogni cosa \u00e8 cambiata. Cos\u00ec oggi sta per iniziare un\u2019altra storia, sempre a due cilindri e sempre a due ruote e sar\u00e0 di nuovo una Guzzi. 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