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I do not shy away from the fact that I love Italy. More specifically, I love cycling in Italy.
The ever changing landscape from region to region, the rise and fall of its mountains and plains, the ancient and the modern of its towns and villages, Italy is a destination that will forever surprise even frequent visitors like me.
From the first time when someone whispered the words “Ti devo portare”, I have to take you there, to me as I clipped in for my first bike ride in Tuscany all those years ago, I fell in love.
With this year’s Tour de France historic depart from Italy, the country is heart-deep in cycling madness. In a good way.
Italians have always had a special affinity, an undenied passion with bicycles. After all, the world’s oldest still operating bicycle manufacture, Bianchi,