Sure, you can’t swing a cat anywhere near the finish line of the Giro d’Italia without smacking some fuzzy kitty-flesh against spandex body-condoms infused with ads for odd products you’ve never heard of and will likely never use. (Liquigas, anyone?) But the real story is this guy over to the left. He’s in his 80’s. He’s at the Pinerolo market pretty much every day selling stuff from his garden. He was there three years ago when I last visited, and he was there yesterday.
Engage him and you’ll find he’s much livelier than all of the privileged US congresspeople put together. The guy is a walking, talking example for your mom’s exhortation to “eat your vegetables so you can grow up strong and wiry so you can bring your cabbages to market so other people can live well and prosper.” So what kinda bike gets him into the big city? How does he get his produce to market? Well, here:
The bike is in front of the trailer he uses for the goods. Note how they attach (on the right in the picture).