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August 30, 2009



our standard-bearer WINS THE TITLE OF MX1 WITH EVIDENCE IN ADVANCE.

"Tonino Cairoli," our "champion won Sunday at Lierop in Holland's third after those in MX2 world title in 2005 and 2006, always riding the Yamaha De Carli Team. SICILY
WORLD CHAMPION
Tony is a member of a motorcycle club Siciliano, the Motor Team Winner Patti founded by him, rubbing it a brotherhood of our island in another world title in motocross.
VICTORY suffered. The last few races have seen
Cairoli run teeth close to physical problems, in Loket had run a fever, but the knee Sunday in Lierop work has given him serious problems and had to take painkillers twice before the two races.
A broken piece of meniscus causing his pain, we hope to resolve the problem quickly and permanently.
LIEROP LUCKY. The Dutch
away and the track of Lierop is good luck to "Tonino", in 2005 he won the title here and so did today!
FUN CLUB
Present at Lierop to complete the Fun Club Tony Cairoli directly from San Cataldo, headed by the sporty Charles Lipani.
INCREDIBLE TRACK. With Walkenswaard
Lommel and the sandy track of Lierop is one of the most 'difficult the world, despite the knee and the psychological pressure we have seen a great Cairoli ever in crisis and with their nerve as it should be a great champion.

Tonino
Bravi Bravo Team De Carli
Brava Bravo Jill
Dad and Mom

Tonino Abraham

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The Mad Hatter. The stubborn

"Before the performance, then the verdict." L. Carroll

So following the advice of Lewis tell you now how it ends this story. The hero is beheaded. The wait was created later, a little bit of pressure on the player was invented more later, the same twist to restart came after the most bored, like socialism or communism. Well, now for the verdict. Babeuf, Gracchus Babeuf was perhaps the first mate of all time, there were people years after the advent of my protagonist did not help either during the coronation [see Napoleon] , he however, already from an early age by itself is encircled his head with enormous hats, mammoth. But many wonder, why a guy with a beautiful hat was to be beheaded? Well, it was a simple Gracchus Babeuf protocomunista. He actually did not even know what communism meant, as he had unconsciously invented. It was not sighted, it was not a seer or a rebel from peanuts, it was just completely crazy. He believed that private property was a plague and that all should live with the same rights and duties, in short, how you have more than a well-understood against the crowds with bows. He established a group of mad that he named the same, given the small imagination began to ask around a nice nickname, also came to be called "Tissot".

"But I do not want to go among mad people, 'Alice remarked.
'Well, you have no choice, "said the Cat:" We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're crazy. "
How do you know I'm mad?" Said Alice.
"Of course, 'said the Cat," otherwise not have come here. "

There is no mention of the Mad Hatter in the history books, ended up in a fantasy book by a writer accused of pedophilia. They're all damn attacked the White Rabbit, the guy that runs faster than another, as in athletics, where no one focuses on elegance of the march, there are only a hundred-meter dash. And in the end better to follow Napoleon is more equal than others.

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Everything begins in the north of Anatolia, the land of Pontus, in those lands overlooking the beautiful Black Sea coast, the bridge was ruled by King Mithridates, bold leader prototurco even nicknamed the Great. On Mithridates were written plays, songs and copious false. This is the likely history of the Pontic par excellence. Mithridates was perhaps the first time in the history of stubborn and space. Mithridates had women, food, elephants and cars to fashion, had one passion: to declare war on Rome. He looked across the sea of \u200b\u200bPontus, and thought upon arrival in Rome in the spirit of glory, he dreamed of sleeping with the Tiber, I think I speak with Aeneas or even be immune to the poisons of this world rather than the physical. There was no moment to declare a no-war Rome. Every moment was good for a militia attack unbeatable. There was no minute that Mithridates did not think to use to fight Rome. And after the first, second and the third burning loss, did not fail to try, try again. There are only failures best. There are joys, but do not need to become perfect. There are wars, and there are defeats Mithridates thinking only of those. Scratched helmet, the scar, the indelible mark of perfection, infinity. Mithridates is a model to follow, is the defeat made man. Mithridates had heard from Rome that he would be over, not as man but as a figure. The substance-Mithridates had to lose to exist. Arriving in Rome would have stopped it would not have been fair to the Mithridates-form. Mithridates, he realized that victories do not exist, the certainties do not exceed the Dardanelles. The defeats are the true source, where drink. It is said that Pompey found it dead, stabbed while members of his family had been poisoned. What happened to Mithridates? E 'hell. But is happy to declare War in Heaven.

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The arch-fiend. The

often the arch-fiend in hell, he delighted in the surf virtual commerce sites, how long ago in the Archbishop of cancer between different offers a global Ritmo Cabrio Diesel 1714 cc with a few km from the assets. Since the car could not be delivered in a site AFIS, had to dress like a man, down to earth, dresses as Guittone d'Arezzo Brunetto Latini, or were too old fashioned for our time so opted for a complete sports such as Cristiano Christians, even to deflect any doubt true. I state that the story went, but indignation is not a right nor a duty, the strive for a faith and violence, to accept a idea is love, is a peaceful respite for clouds timid. The arch-fiend dressed, took the first flight to land and flung himself on his new machine. He opened the door but saw immediately that all the seats were missing, he turned toward the smart seller and asked, "But the seats?". The seller replied: "I sell cars mica accessories." The devil began to smile and continued: "But I'm the Devil." Seller: "And I am God." Then the arch-fiend stepped back, undressed and showed hooves, dark circles, tennis elbow and all that befits a good old angel. Seller leaned on her car and said, 'Look, there are shrines and Jehovah's Witnesses who have done much less for a Tide Station Wagon, I do not think these disguises. Mo ', in his humble opinion, Satan is to buy myself a convertible pace? "Satan said sadly:" There is a crisis. "