Rides
Garda at First Light
The eastern shore before the traffic wakes, when the lake is a sheet and the road belongs to whoever got up.
Gatherings
Dinner in Valpolicella for twenty or so members, with the makers at the table rather than on a stage.
The most valuable thing a club of this kind produces is not a ride. It is the evening after it — when a collector from Tokyo, a framebuilder from Verona and someone who has been riding for two years end up on the same bench arguing about paint.
The Long Table exists to make that happen deliberately rather than by luck. One table, mixed seating, good local wine, and no speeches.
A sequence, not a schedule. Times are set once dates are fixed.
Rides
The eastern shore before the traffic wakes, when the lake is a sheet and the road belongs to whoever got up.
Rides
Up out of the vineyards onto the plateau, where the walls are dry-stone, the sky is enormous, and almost nobody goes.
Atelier access
A morning in a working Verona workshop, watching a frame be made and asking the questions you have always wanted to ask.