In today’s world, we strive to reach the summit as quickly as possible, but we forget the ultimate pleasure of the journey itself and the toil of reaching the top.
We always remember the ascent and never the descent.
I’ve had a long connection with the Passo Dordona.
My father was born in this valley, he practically grew up on its steep slopes. He gave to me his first bike that his grandfather passed on to him. It is older than me, but today I still feel it is perfect for what I love to do: explore, without limitations.
I have always thought that cycling is too narrowly categorized, with strict rules, codes and limitations. But the wind is thankfully changing and the concept of inclusivity within cycling is a clear state of mind for me.
My father brought me to the Passo Dordona long ago and over the years we have returned more and more frequently, following the seasons, like the wild horses that run free on the Orobic Prealps.
