Spagna, 4 giorni, 388 km di cui 279 km du gravel, 6650D+, 22:26:32 tempo in sella
Qualche tempo fa, Nicola Rossi – fotografo, storyteller e collaboratore storico di Basso Bikes – ci ha raccontato del suo nuovo progetto. L’avventura che aveva in mente era di partire per quattro giorni di bikepacking in Spagna, sul tracciato delle Badlands, un territorio con cui abbiamo un legame speciale. Come potevamo non prenderne parte? Appassionato di MTB e enduro, aveva deciso di portare con sé Francesco Bonato, neofita del gravel, per una sorta di battesimo di fuoco in sella a una Basso Tera. Abbiamo deciso di prendere parte alla sua avventura, mettendolo in condizione di affrontarla nel migliore dei modi: in sella a una Palta Candy Red.
NB: Il testo non è stato tradotto per preservarne la sua originalità.
Crediti: Nicola Rossi & Francesco Bonato
“Granada at night is quiet, empty. We built our Palta and Tera on a sidewalk, in the very central passeo de la Bomba, eat a kebab and set off. It is just before 4 in the morning, a long day ahead, yet we feel the excitement of the departure, energy is released when a long-awaited moment finally arrives. The climb begins a stone’s throw from the Alhambra, in a scented forest that leads onto the paths of Dehesa del Generalife Park. …”
“The idea of trying the bikepacking experience was in the back of his head. It was a hazy idea, born out of a desire to take a bike trip and document it, film it, photograph it. In the last two years we have been fortunate to work on a lot projects related to cycling, but we needed this idea to turn things around and, as is often the case, do something new.
And so one day we decided. We marked a date on the calendar and promised ourselves that we would be leaving on that day. No more words, but actions: putting ourselves in a new situation, learning how to handle it, and enjoying the unexpected, building new habits.
Habit in thinking outside the comfort zone. Habit in finding a solution. Habit in forcing oneself not to stop, to keep going, not to enjoy suffering but to prove to oneself that it can be done. …”
a tiny witness to unchanged and immanent greatness. And at the same time, the desert makes you feel big, fills you with new, primordial energy…In this swirling stillness unexplored sensations and instincts surface; ideas and insights that should not belong to us, or perhaps have always belonged to us…”
“I find a spot to photograph Nicola. He comes, brakes, and in an explosion of dust, falls. I know immediately that something is wrong. He stands silently in the center of the roadway, then stands up holding his left knee.
“Are you hurt?”
“Yes.”
The impact with a rock hidden under the dust has opened a deep wound in his leg. We try to keep calm and disinfect Nicola’s battered knee, but it is clear that our rudimentary solutions are not sufficient. We make it downhill to the village of Purullena, and from there to the hospital in Guadix. 7 stitches and a recommendation to rest do not stop Nicola from continuing to our destination.”
… every curve, and every hairpin bend, so clearly imprinted on my mind, probably because they have been experienced more intensely, they have been earned. The unusual situations we voluntarily decide to put ourselves in, like pedaling at night, remain imprinted on our minds. And those pure moments of total harmony with the road, when we feel free because we focus on the simplest, most elementary things. …”