Someone had said that by now the true spirit of Funky Day had been lost and for a moment we too suspected it. It was like when you get up in the morning hoping to have a fantastic day on your bike and instead outside the fog and low clouds announce something else and then, slowly, the clouds rise and the sun radiates the world and the energy grows. and we too begin to believe that everything will be as we had hoped for.
So it was, after a slightly rainy and uphill start, slowly, the positive energy began to spread. Of course, the spirit is no longer that of the past years but a new young sparkling spirit of the third millennium. In addition to the "usual" wild riders, who spent two days with full-face helmets on their heads getting up and off the trails and on Saturday night doing a "shack" (as did most of the rowdy editorial staff ), there are the fathers, in their thirties and forties who tell their kids that, right here, in Montecreto on the Cimone trails, they faced the world of fat wheels and won.
There is an ocean of children with multicolored helmets, there are teenagers who paw standing on the pedals and there are veterans, who show off sparkling e-bikes and finally women, great adhesion of the female public, mothers and not; it is true, the Funky 2015 no longer has the spirit of the past, fortunately it has been renewed.
