Regardless of this excitement (which I really could have done without), driving around between Sant'Angelo and Penna I saw this gem scrawled on a 25% section of road near Saline, clearly a remnant from the recent stage through here and over Sasso Tetto of the Tirreno-Adriatico. Marco still holds a special place in everyone's heart here, and in mine too, no matter what he may have done that's considered 'wrong'. An emotionally fragile young man, in reality only a boy given the sheltered nature of top-level sport in general and Italy in particular, hounded into depression and ultimately death for political ends by officious zealots with not a scintilla of his dedication and talent. That's my view, and I'm sticking to it. Forza Marco, wherever you are!
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