This time last week I was sitting on the stony banks of the Ceno, on the edge of a small commune in Parma. An epic sunset was bouncing off the water and I had a cold beer in my hand, but it was doing little to soothe my sunburn.
Wildays was winding down, and I was sad to be leaving. It?s a three-day moto celebration with a vintage folk festival vi...
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