I'm a fakenger-

It rains...perfect day to go for deliveries with a bike messenger.
I place the brake,the riser,I meet Matteo, Bike messenger or better, Rookie, he will be a Messenger in a few months, you need to eat up kilometers for two winters to become one.
It's just like a videogame: you select a bike, legs, riders but you are stuck at the first level, you must cycle and deliver, tone your muscles before unlocking the hateful level padlock.
We leave together to make a couple deliveries, it rains crazily, ten minutes later I'm soaked to the skin, but I don't give up.
I try to keep pace with his bike, but the cobblestoned roads and tram rails are enemies that deserve respect like mountain tops or stormy seas, so I give up and wait till water and wind blow over.
On the horizon, the smooth and shiny Largo Cairoli asphalt. I start pumping on the pedals, I do have toned legs, often on Saturdays I cycle with the "StoccaFissi", I reach Matteo's pace and back wheel sprinkling water like the best Napoli_Isole hydroplane, but I am in such a competitive trance that I don't give a shit, from here to Piazzale Kennedy the asphalt is great, the curve is closer, I set the trajectory and instead straight through the park (looser) where the white soil becomes muddy and Matteo drives at 30/35 " see those cobblestones?
This is where I fell and broke the helmet" he will tell me on our way back. Half of the mud that was on the road is now on my pants and thanks God I didn't put on my Clarks (looser).
Corso sempione puts a strain on me, infinite road, wide with few cars, now we are