It was this time last year we travelled to Italy for Craigs birthday celebrations. A city apartment in Lucca, a roll around the Tuscan hills with our guides Alison Testroete and Enzo Della Corte of the Lucca cycling club. It was as sensory feast of culture and cycling. The Tuscan countryside is everything you see in the adverts. Rolling roads, peppered with terracotta villas, vineyards and the signature Tuscan Cypress trees.
What a difference a year makes. Such a venturesome want has never been … so…desperate. No other time in our lifes has ‘Freedom of Movement’ been so understood and when borders re-open we hope that our wheels will roll again in the beautiful Tuscan hills.
Yet until they do, we have been clearing out the digital vaults ( with the rest of the house) and taking solice and comfort from our video archives and flung together a few edits.
It’s a rolling joke in the BCR that Im partial to photo or two (yeah that guy). This is not a vanity project or a neglect of being …I simply enjoy pictures and movies. A collection and catalogue of memory’s that not only serve as a reminder to a feeling, smell, sound or notion, but a period of life….that all to often can get taken for granted. Words can’t paint a picture but picture can paint a thousand words.
Cycling around Lucca
In the mornings before our big bike rides a few of us would rise early and post Espresso ride some laps of the city walls. A beautiful time of day to see Lucca come to life and Mario Cipollini do his workouts. One of my own songs about cycling flung in to soundtrack. “Man in Yellow’
Our full descent from San Baronto.
Home to Lenoardo De Vinci’s birthplace. A brilliant cruisy descent we undertook after the Giro had passed through. Simple edits, No filters, No flashy zoom cuts. We are allowing the videos to roll out like the Tuscan countryside itself.
When you do get rolling. Stay Safe and enjoy.