Panoramica Adriatica

Sweat drips, tires whir. To your right: the Adriatic, shimmering like a mirror of refracted light. Between you and the horizon, countless parasols form an army. They stand disciplined, as if they know that the chaos of the masses will soon descend upon them.

Aside from the hills at the beginning and the final Panoramica Adriatica, the route is virtually straight – an endless corridor of asphalt, flanked by neon signs, pine forests and tempting beaches.

Every pedal stroke propels you forward, past those rebellious umbrellas that seem so submissive – but you know they're just waiting. Waiting for the onslaught. Meanwhile, the salty wind pushes you on, whipping sand into your face.

Rimini is ahead, a promise at the end of this straight road. Not just the promise of a cold beer, but also the nostalgic memory of holidays by the sea, pizza, traffic jams on the coastal road, and the flashing lights of video games in dimly lit halls. And you? You pedal on, ever on – until you, too, pause for a moment and remember all of this, while the umbrellas continue to stand still, in line.