Mario Cippolini and Alessio di Basco in the 1993 edition of the Giro d’Italia. Thanks to fyxomatosis for the image.
When Alessio di Basco would come and race stateside in the early 1990’s, they called him Tabasco Lasagna.
But, never to his face. Only in hushed tones well behind him. Because that lunatic would straight up kick a joker’s front wheel out from under him. Full stop.
I was wrenching at the K-Mart Classic in West Virginia in 1995. One night after I had washed the bikes and tended to the bullshit, I went out out to knock back a few beers at some local dive bar well after midnight. di Basco was there grinding his crotch all over anything with a pussy and a pulse. He didn’t give a fuck. American racing was that easy.
- big jonny