What a terrible day, the weather was nasty, cold ,and a lot of snow. All this did not deterred the many passionates like me from reaching the finish at 3 Cime di Lavaredo over 2.000 meters above sea level. The day was not the best to party as it usually happens on such occasions, and the cheering and chanting was a little bit undermined by the weather conditions, but as the riders started the climb the shouting increased, because on such a day everybody was a winner and a hero. The mountains were envelopped in a thick veil of clouds that eventually openend up during the day to make the spectator marvel such a beatiful wonder of nature. The white mantel was reflecting the sun rays, that for a moment I tought of being at the beach, as it was dazzling all around me. The dream did not last long as the fog first and the clouds later brought the winter among us very quickly. The weather demonstrated its bad temperament short before Nibali emerged from the storm, and fog. The riders were to be spotted alomost at the last minute as the storm, and the snow was so intense, that it caught everyone by surprise, the temperature dropped, and we were harmless in front of this force of nature. In a few minutes 10 cm of fresh snow were piling on top of the meters fallen the days before. The riders were all exhausted, just heading to the finish with all of their strength, just to get away from the snow. They were all very brave, wise, and devoted to their job, that sometimes is to be done in unconfotable conditions. None of them was complaining, I would say everyone fighting the storm on his own, in such a silence, and diligence, that makes cycling great. A man left to fend off weather, opponents, all on his own. A great day of cycling, that reminded me of the past, when I look at the times of Bartali and Coppi. Dear Cyclists world wide let’s make sure that this sport remains the best expression of a man’ strength, and pride, by keeping it so simple, and pass the passion onto the new generations.