The cover photo is one of my favorites, I took it from Pienza (Tuscany) from a panoramic point overlooking the wonderful Val D’Orcia, I was on vacation in April, obviously on a motorcycle, with my future wife. More in Max Farmer Blog. You see a winding road that I had just traveled and that I decided to immortalize, it passes through the hills, the farmhouses, the tractors .. in the middle of the scent of the green, of the hay .. moments that are tattooed on you, forever. The bike and the freedom, The passion and the carefree .. a glass of good wine … That photo is what it tells me when I look at it. Today more than ever.

The cover photo is one of my favorites, I took it from Pienza (Tuscany) from a panoramic point overlooking the wonderful Val D’Orcia, I was on vacation in April, obviously on a motorcycle, with my future wife. More in Max Farmer Blog. You see a winding road that I had just traveled and that I decided to immortalize, it passes through the hills, the farmhouses, the tractors .. in the middle of the scent of the green, of the hay .. moments that are tattooed on you, forever. The bike and the freedom, The passion and the carefree .. a glass of good wine … That photo is what it tells me when I look at it. Today more than ever.

For a thousand reasons and a thousand reasons I postponed a ride on the bike, but I never thought I had to do it because it was imposed and necessary. On beautiful days like today, usually, in the morning, I hear motorbikes of all kinds accelerating on a highway that I have across the river where I live and that invite me to go out, but not today. Today is a beautiful, almost spring-like, sunny Sunday, but you can’t hear a motion in the distance, it’s a surreal silence. I only hear the wind moving the stiff leaves of my medlar trees, the chirping of birds and the smell of embers that a neighbor makes in the garden. Every now and then someone passes on foot in front of my gate, forced to take a walk on the embankment because nothing else can be done … these are the effects of the heavy restrictions, necessary,

My bike is parked in the garage under its usual cover, as always clean. I look at it, but today it seems more motionless than usual and the fact that it is still there not by my choice makes me nervous, I don’t even want to look at it .. already .. I refuse .. because compared to what we could do today. . looking at her is a sop that gives me little taste. It is a bit like someone who is left by his girlfriend just when he had in mind to go out to spend a nice day together, it is something that makes you angry but that cannot change, that he has not decided. The sadness is so great that I do not even want to think about it .. then I do something else .. I get distracted a bit, even if my thoughts always come back there and I wonder when all this will end and we will all be back as before. I’m sure this epidemic will go away sooner or later,

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