my name is Alessio,

i'm young boy who like snowboard, photography, art in all her variety.

some say i'm mad... may be!

that's all ther's to know

Hi,

My name is AlexSnow. I was born few decades ago in a little city not so far from Milan.

Since I was a child I’ve been always alone, none wanted to play with me because I was the thinnest boy of the school.

All the eldest guys called me: “little tree” and they mocked at me.

So, I could play only with the worst toys and with other little, smelly and dirty boys that all the others hated. But I knew that I wasn’t exactly like them, so I was really sad…

One day, in the most out-of-way and little town, placed on a hill over a lake, I met a group of really strange boys, I’ve never seen someone like them…they were stranger than the “Muppets”…well, they were something incredible!

They didn’t speak very well, they did only silly noises and odd shouts, but, in spite of all that, in that strange little town, they use some funny means of transport…

It was something built with shiny tubes of steel and with two Lula hoop of black rubber!

With these home made jalopies they raced at top speed in the streets and I saw them laughing as I’ve never done before…”thanks” to that I was more and more desperate of my situation!

One day, their boss, the one who everyone respected and the one who spoke in the strangest way said looking at me: < Chi non beve in compagnia non è figlio di Maria >. I didn’t understand what he wanted to tell me but it was something that sounded like: “If you don’t drink you’re nothing better than a shit of a fly….”

He offered me a pint of golden water and immediately I thought that I became their new friend…but it wasn’t right…

They gave me more and more golden water to drink and finally I became completely addicted to that divine nectar that they called beer.

From that time I’ve been always with those guys and I’ve spent with them some incredible adventures like these:

…swimming in the coldest rivers of the mountains…

…run with the cows (hoping that there’s not a bull or, especially, the shepherd with a double-barreled gun)

…run in the green grass and treading on the shits of the animals (well, I know that these boys are a bit sadistic)

…go around, up and down the mountains with all states of weather (sun, wind, snow, ice…), always with those home made means of transport trying to be faster than the others and trying to go beyond the limits of the human possibilities.

We have reached 60 km\h with those transports and we overtook also some tin boxes on four wheels.

From that time none let me alone again, and I found some true friends.

With them I’ve spent all sorts of adventures, always with our “barlascioni” home made…

When everything seemed to be good, the nerd of the group (which name is Luce but I don’t want to say it because of the privacy ! ) has been unhorsed from his jalopy (he thought it was a really racing car) and he broke his leg.

He has been putted in plaster like a mummy and under the sun of August, without moving, he gained hi polemical character, but, after lots of treatments he returned like something new.

Unfortunately he couldn’t drive his Lula hoop of rubber, also if he used additional wheels.

So, he has been away for all the winter in a cold and foggy city and, like a swallows, he returned in spring.

He brought with him a new discovery: if he used for wheels for the jalopies, every accidents were more dangerous. We let our home made transports under the dust in the garages and we tried to use those new means of transport…

But weren’t those the tin boxes that we overtook with our Lula hoop of rubber?! Those needed lots of changes…

We are working up to now to try the thrill of the high speed and try to increase dramatically the fun of driving the four wheels of tin…

But the only crazy things that we do now are going up and down the mountains and the hills, and try to find the golden nectar that we love so much….