What Is Goldens Spoons Wage

Nothing 4-4-2 or 4-3-3 this time I tried the 222 to 444?!?

Today I open the post beyond the race to tell you what happened to me Saturday ... deserves attention.
are about 16.00 and driving the car with family in tow, I take Pontina south, a few km I left behind the bustle of the city. The road is wet, the limit reads 90, that is about my speed, when suddenly at the end I see a rising curve in a car carports at the right side of the road that is over against a tree. The two cars in front of me and I have stopped immediately after them. My wife called 113, the incident has happened for 15 seconds, the driver of the first car fermatasi, excitedly, "I said" that he was right behind that big Jeep that, incredibly, has not left the road curved and reversing and slamming into the tree. As I speak quickly overcome the gap and try to figure out who's inside the car crashed. Confusion, screaming, moaning, we can not open the doors, from inside ... finally able to open a rear window In this new dimension of time is in fact from the roof. I look inside and there is a family (Romanian ): father, mother, son ( 10Y) and daughter ( 5Y) . All miraculously alive, but terrified, crying and stained with blood. I leaned out to grab the girl who is put up leaning on the window opposite. The grip is uncomfortable, but she's a feather and pull it out. Just enough time to calm around me and in the meantime there are at least 20 other people with cars fermatesi soon can undermine the self and bring out the unfortunate. Everything seems OK, but as usual, past the adrenaline effect, the trouble starts. Mother and small are painful. The lady probably has at least some broken rib and has a small gash on his head and continues to complain. Incredibly, in an intolerant country, where everything is little and badly, I noticed a big monster spirit of solidarity and efficiency in rescue operations. Within 15 minutes two ambulances arrived, the fire department, city police and a helicopter to the emergency, blocking the road, landed right in front of my car and just 5 minutes later, bringing with it the trickle away child. Obviously I do not know anything about the health of 4.

Return to us.
Influenza is not split, Blade held up ... for now ... but the sore throat is still there and bothering me ( and already I'd say I went luxury ).
Many councils register: aerosol, honey, chili, hot drinks, pills, etc etc ... I've studied them all, but no one suggested to me the shock therapy to run 57 km the weekend ( Friday night-Sunday morning ) And fit between two normal training, the long epic of Saturday morning, almost all sull'insidioso 30km dirt road to Villa Pamphili, under a continuous drizzle, with the thermometer fixed on 10 degrees.
What??
The title?? The photo??
Simple 2h 22 to 4:44 at km image and "spirited" taken from the penultimate race in the long ... ... within Lake Bracciano!