We are a group of friends brought together by the same passion: slow and responsible travel, while exploring local communities and promoting cycling as a good practice of sustainable tourism.
We believe travelling is a way to tell, and to tell about ourselves, and a way to get to know the World. Going through it on a bicycle, it can be discovered little by little, to learn how to appreciate every instant of it.

Niccolò

My life? One step at a time, and one dream-come-true at a time.
As a child I could not wait to explore every inch of land which was beyond the visible horizon. On foot, on a bicycle, it did not matter much to me. As long as it was an adventure. Aged 12, every sunday, on my busted BMX, I would go beyond the borders of Florence, my hometown, aiming to each time get to one of the several hills surrounding the city, further and further.
Many years later I was getting to the icy springs of the Ganges river, walking on the Incaical slabs in Peru, cycling in Galway under the Irish rain, pushing on the pedals, focusing on breath only, on the Durmitor mountain range, in Montenegro.
Those journeys, and the way I was going through them, always helped me balancing the hectic city life of Florence, a place I love and a place chosen as the starting point for this new dream-come-true: the Iron Curtain, from Florence to St. Petersburg, riding history on two wheels.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. (Albert Einstein)


Giacomo

I discover the taste for cycling with friends, in my neighborhood. Then up and down on the Florentine hills.


I quickly realise climbs do not bother me, nevermind my poor athletic shape, while my mates are puffing and complaining. I start cycling on my own and discover how pedalling relaxes me, clears my mind up, makes me breath. I hate competing, agonism is not for me, it is all about a ride for myself.


As time goes by I realise the only way to my workplace is on two wheels, my town is small, an engine is not needed and two legs can do the job. In the meantime, grows my love for bicycles, and the Lidia, Aida, Anna and Eleonora alike pile up. I eventually decide I can try using them for travelling, I start with a two day trip, then a week long journey, and without realising it I find myself cycling from the slopes of the Pyrenees all the way to Paris.


My satisfaction is overwhelming, it cannot be described, it is something never felt before. So the following years I go on to discover Greece and Sicily, never full of that sense of freedom and fulfilment you only get after pedalling for a full day among those amazing surroundings.


Lately I even try to get a job out of my bicycle: invented more than two centuries ago, I am still convinced it is the vehicle of the future…


Jacopo

A simple story can explain a great deal of things. Cycling was always there in my life. It is in my skin, it perhaps comes from my grandfather, a superb cyclist. It was with him that I used to watch the Giro d’Italia, and for him that I would leave my parents’ house on my bicycle in the morning, a two hour ride in the Chianti hills and - guess what? - I would get to his house exactly by lunch time. Why lunch time? Because the effort I would put on the ride would get me to the right level of hunger to appreciate that piece of art that my grandmother’s lasagne were. What comes after is just the development of this story, a life in the name of slow movement, the only way to “mens sana in corpore sano”, through physical exercise within nature, the exploration of new places, human touch and exchange and, of course, the taste of good things in life :-)

What matter is not what you have but what you do with it” (Tom Ballard)

Niccolò

My life? One step at a time, and one dream-come-true at a time.
As a child I could not wait to explore every inch of land which was beyond the visible horizon. On foot, on a bicycle, it did not matter much to me. As long as it was an adventure. Aged 12, every sunday, on my busted BMX, I would go beyond the borders of Florence, my hometown, aiming to each time get to one of the several hills surrounding the city, further and further.
Many years later I was getting to the icy springs of the Ganges river, walking on the Incaical slabs in Peru, cycling in Galway under the Irish rain, pushing on the pedals, focusing on breath only, on the Durmitor mountain range, in Montenegro.
Those journeys, and the way I was going through them, always helped me balancing the hectic city life of Florence, a place I love and a place chosen as the starting point for this new dream-come-true: the Iron Curtain, from Florence to St. Petersburg, riding history on two wheels.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving. (Albert Einstein)


Giacomo

I discover the taste for cycling with friends, in my neighborhood. Then up and down on the Florentine hills.


I quickly realise climbs do not bother me, nevermind my poor athletic shape, while my mates are puffing and complaining. I start cycling on my own and discover how pedalling relaxes me, clears my mind up, makes me breath. I hate competing, agonism is not for me, it is all about a ride for myself.


As time goes by I realise the only way to my workplace is on two wheels, my town is small, an engine is not needed and two legs can do the job. In the meantime, grows my love for bicycles, and the Lidia, Aida, Anna and Eleonora alike pile up. I eventually decide I can try using them for travelling, I start with a two day trip, then a week long journey, and without realising it I find myself cycling from the slopes of the Pyrenees all the way to Paris.


My satisfaction is overwhelming, it cannot be described, it is something never felt before. So the following years I go on to discover Greece and Sicily, never full of that sense of freedom and fulfilment you only get after pedalling for a full day among those amazing surroundings.


Lately I even try to get a job out of my bicycle: invented more than two centuries ago, I am still convinced it is the vehicle of the future…


Jacopo

A simple story can explain a great deal of things. Cycling was always there in my life. It is in my skin, it perhaps comes from my grandfather, a superb cyclist. It was with him that I used to watch the Giro d’Italia, and for him that I would leave my parents’ house on my bicycle in the morning, a two hour ride in the Chianti hills and - guess what? - I would get to his house exactly by lunch time. Why lunch time? Because the effort I would put on the ride would get me to the right level of hunger to appreciate that piece of art that my grandmother’s lasagne were. What comes after is just the development of this story, a life in the name of slow movement, the only way to “mens sana in corpore sano”, through physical exercise within nature, the exploration of new places, human touch and exchange and, of course, the taste of good things in life :-)

What matter is not what you have but what you do with it” (Tom Ballard)

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