Multiplying Ratio: Part 8. A stop inside an orchard in Gesturi, Sardinia

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The ninth day
I looked toward the east, the morning I woke up and saw the wheel of my bike.
I walked by that steep descent through the air fresh and young, rapid switchbacks through the clearing could reap the roofs of the houses Desulo.
The road running gradually meeting, were not very busy, from time to time I crossed any self-educated, who greeted my passing, but I was not in the direction of them to share my excitement, they were not symbolic, I imagined ( they were me, I lay in thought, which by its nature is not shared).
I stopped, not for pleasure but only had gait of reality.
The bicycle saddle puts his and his handlebar on a chassis that is supported by two wheels, not least the first is called the front and is free to motion kinetic victim, and every now and then is directed along a path You are not always natural, while the second called back supports, besides the weight of the practitioner, distributes, the motion along the way, his way of being is rigid and inflexible, but it is his nature, because it is also known as free but not in the universal sense but only in relation to the time that becomes possible only on the one hand, towards the front wheel, it would perhaps be more correct to call it forced.
These are mounted on a series of gears that are called crowns, so arranged concentrically aligned and largest to smallest, in addition to differing extent, number of teeth.
Convenient to the practitioner for the extension of lower limbs, there is no system of levers called opposing cranks, which transmit the motion practiced the sprockets tend bigger than previous ones, but only the end result desired.
You will be asked at this point whether the outcome is the result of a miracle or something, well, everything is held together by the transmission, a chain of transmission that allows the miracle of being able to do anything.
Every practitioner, but not only, must act through the transmission, whatever it is, is the sine qua no. The brakes are needed only when we lack the necessary transmission.
I managed somehow to share ... after the failure probable consequence of what accadutomi few days ago ..., the chain had left me.
The first country that I could achieve great results did not allow me to continue my journey, I helped a bus in which we reached Isili.
They helped the rider to repair the bike.
That smile on the girl I met in passing that, reviving my day, leaving me the hope of being able to meet again.
I found accommodations for the night in an uncomfortable orchards Gesturi.