Talking Italian, wearing pink

It started a few days ago. I wanted to wear pink. Pink socks. Pink polo. Pink T-shirt. I chalk up the sudden urge to one thing: Giro d’Italia. Yes, it’s time for the first Grand Tour of the 2010 professional cycling season. The scheduling conflict with the Tour of California has me betwixt and between, but not for long. Italy being the beautiful place it is, I can no more ignore the Giro than I can ignore an open road or mountaintop. Like a lovely daydream, the Giro visits my thoughts at least once every 24 hours during the month of May. The Italian language, the stunning green countryside and the animated tifosi present a nuanced shift from the leaden skies and harsh Belgium cobbles of only a few weeks ago. You just know it. Spring has more than simply sprung. We’re now pushing our 53-11 toward summer. The damn best time of year to ride, pretty much wherever you may be in the northern hemisphere. If I didn’t live in San Diego, my first choice would be Italy. I’d live in a simple structure like the one below. I’d ride my bikes. I’d cheer for my favorites when the Giro came through the valley or over the mountain. I’d wear pink. It’s Giro time. Go time. Great read here by Bonnie Ford on ESPN.com. The UK press, no surprise, is all about Bradley Wiggins here. And La Gazzetta dello Sport is kind enough to provide an English language Giro section right here. Complete with lots of pink. Bella. Photo credit: pozzigia on Flickr

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