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Davide
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Fall-proof racing down into the depths
"He thought to himself, "Breathe again," as he took a deep breath and in the midst of a cool breeze that stroked through the forest tops and heard his own breathing in the midst of the chirping of the small birds and crickets, blurred to the sound: "Mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. A last look was taken at the deep valley lying fallow in front of them with the rolled down pine trunks, which seemed to have smashed together to a kind of bird's nest from this height. It stood 1,277 m above the water level, to which the mountain stream twirling like a sewing thread at the bottom seemed hesitant to adorn itself. Sport!
The two gloves tightly grasped the handlebars of his full suspension mountain bike as if welded on. Suddenly, every detail of the so far so grandly safe technology seemed to him to be of utmost importance. Everything mattered long ago. Can the hot chain withstand the stresses of spontaneous jumps over branches and trunks lying around? Is there still enough air in the front suspension? Does the ergomically free-swinging saddle dampen the vibrations of a hard impact after a necessary evasion from the path at the return? Was the decision in favour of the unplatable tyre on the rear wheel the right one, or does it lack the important flexibility on stones? Does the inflated front tyre withstand a pointed gravel stone or a sudden torrent crossing? What if there's a bug in the eye? And should the bike really be faster than the body, can the click pedals be released? ...
Many summers already he drove over clearings illuminated by the sun like a magnifying glass, which radiate a noble and sublime permanence hot steaming from the moss soil and yet are so different. Every time the microbe and mushroom cultures ate old tribes again and made room for new life. He had long since abandoned the crazy idea of trying out the superiority of culture over nature in this abandoned environment. His grapefruit deodorant in the midst of a cool freshness of ferns and wet, cold fir cones seemed to him like the epitome of the arrogance of human culture. And the realization that this impression testified to a deeply felt romanticism did not make the descent any less difficult. He caught himself dodging the rabid decision to take this trail with stick and stone, as it comes, by delaying it in thought. The valley seemed to spread deeper and deeper before him, and the more his eyes got used to the darkness, the clearer the proportions on the ground became for him.
The peak of human pride in his head was precisely the question of whether it is not much more arrogant and dishonest to design a perfume (the symbol of human triumphs over animals developed out of olfactory camouflage) in such a way that it appears "natural" without revealing its synthetics, or whether it is more honest to say "yes" to the applied sophistication of grapefruit synthetics and let both smells wrestle with each other. Never mind! The only wrestling was that of the rings of the tires now gradually turning and flashing in the sun, they set themselves under steaming mud in motion. "One thing is for sure..." he thought, "the faster I get on the descent, the straighter I drive and the less I get into a roll and endanger my posture". Since then there has been only one thought in his head: "Off to the depths!" A smile ran through his face, that of a madman and that was the last thing you saw of him, before he, totally intoxicated with adrenalin and dopamine, arrived on the ground in his beloved cider tavern to order a Schöfferhofer grapefruit and call his girlfriend that everything was going well and he'll be back soon.
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