Lio Moscardini decided to celebrate his first 50 years on the planet by doing something that would test himself – a bicycle ride, but with a difference. Instead of riding from his home to work at the University in Strathclyde, Scotland he thought of a ride with a bit more scenery on offer. He left Glasgow, Scotland on the 12th June and a week later turned up at the house of his friend Enrico Marchetti in Zurich, Switzerland.
If that week of heavy cycling wasn’t enough.
The pair of them then continued south and yesterday they arrives safe and sound, if a trifle saddle sore, in Barga.
This afternoon in the Palazzo Pancrazi, Lio and Enrico were awarded a certificate and pendant from the Mayor of Barga, Umberto Sereni to commemorate their epic almost 2000 km ride.
The Barga Artist in Residence 2008, Hammish Moore (articles here) played a song on his Scottish Small Pipes and Alex Mosson the ex Lord Provost of Glasgow was there to welcome the two cyclist with a short speech of congratulations on behalf of the Robert “Bob” Winter the present Lord Provost of Glasgow.
So the next question will just have to be … how long will it take them to get back home ?
There should have been an interview at the end of this article which was recorded with Lio just after the award ceremony but unfortunately the “digital gods” had other ideas and deleted all the data before it could be put on line … cross your fingers for the next one.
Is this an example of crazy Scot, crazy Barghigiano or crazy academic? Please advise.
As I am quick to remind anyone who is overly impressed with the fact that Pietro once road his bike from British Columbia to the border of Mexico, what’s the big deal, it was all down hill. 😉
There is something very Freudian about the use of the word “road” in the that comment, don’t you think ?
There is something Freudian in everything I write. : )
Me too, but no one ever notices
“Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar…” — Sigmund Freud
“Me too, but no one ever notices” It’s not that Monacu, it’s that, if discretion is the better part of valor, silence is the better part of discretion.
I take seriously all reflections offered at precisely the stroke of midnight
He always had this tendency to be a bit of a show-off, even in primary school (just kidding, Lio)