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queste foto mi garbano troppo.
sembrano scattate in Cellina, dalle parti del Lago Crocialoni.
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c'è tutto l'autunno che ritraggono.
foglie, colori, ferro, legno e stoffa a quadri da superrally, per non farsi entrare l'umido addosso.
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e non manca un'allegra cricca di sportsteristi al recupero di un vecchio CH del '64...
prima si traina a casa.
poi un bel giro di kick per uno.
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e dopo in garage a parla' di parafanghi...
certe serate non dovrebbero finire mai.
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se il Michigan si trasformasse per una notte in Cellina mi presenterei volentieri con qualche bottiglia di novello e un bel sacchetto di carta gialla da pane pieno di frugiate per tirar mattina.
Thank you,
First Born Matterhorn from Seattle, WA, for these wonderful pics.