Our journey began in Monte Penna, in the Apennine Mountains, a place that feels untouched, raw, and endlessly peaceful. The air there is sharp with pine, the silence broken only by the wind through the trees. The trails weave among moss-covered rocks and tall forests that open up suddenly to sweeping ridgelines where you can see for miles. We spent two days, guided by Martino, who knows the place like the back of his hand, discovering its secrets, riding from crest to crest, from Monte Aiona to Monte Chiodo, passing below the famous Monte Penna, stopping for wild mushrooms, and soaking up the profound calm of the mountains. There’s a kind of grounding that happens up there, the kind that reminds you why you ride in the first place.