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We start off again, the silence broken by the scraping of tyres on the track, the sharp sound of the derailer going up the embankments, looking for an easy way of pedaling up the slope you can't see but your legs can feel.
I've been riding alongside Simone for a few metres when we hear Massimo's chain snap. No problem, as a providential chain-breaker comes out of Marco's rucksack; teasing him, Marco's friends call him Eta Beta, somebody who will find anything you need in his sack
Now 10:15 p.m., it's even darker as we set off again,
and we're soon at the end of the line. The road that would have taken us back to Pula is cut off by work on M. Nieddu Dam; we try to find the old track but have no luck. The only solution is to turn back, which isn't so bad considering the prevalence of downhill stretches as opposed to uphill ones. All this spells only one thing: fun.
Having put my camera away, I embark on a night raid at competition-speed, followed by Marco and Simone, whose flickering lights I see behind me. My spartan equipment lights up no more than ten metres, but having already travelled this path, you have the advantage of remembering curves and bends, and the width and compactness of the track permit a steady pace.
from the top
Fixing of the chain
We start-off again