The complete Sardinia Ride – Part V (Final)

FROM OROSEI BACK HOME

A guy dressed like Napoleon Bonaparte rides a horse down Main Street. His horse is led by what looks like a Turkish servant wearing a tall orange fez. On the sidewalk, a young couple dressed in 16th-century attire trade French kisses in front of Porky’s Sex Shop. It’s the First of May Sant’Efisio celebration, and in Cagliari, they take their processions seriously. And as for us? We’re just happy to have made it so far alive.

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The complete Sardina ride – Part I

FROM INCEPTION TO CARLOFORTE

I hear a loud “Bang” and “screeeech״ as my Arai helmet and the left side bag butt against the red-plastered wall. The motorcycle jolts violently to the right, and me with it. I’m thrown, shoulder first, against the stone pebbles, my right hand still gripping the throttle. Big mistake. The back wheel, now free of ground friction, spins fast against my left foot.

I hear my friend yelling over the Packtalk Mesh intercom, “Oh, S***!”

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