On the way back from my first "visit" to Saronno, after my recent relocation in Graz, I pulled down the backseat of my car, turned to pieces my mountain bike, gathered in a box all the accessories required for long and safe bike tours and took everything with me in Austria, where I put the pieces together again, far from indiscreet eyes, in my residence apartment.
Unfortunately, the first week after my return was so cold that there were even snowfalls for two days and all the hills around turned to white. I could not imagine something like that when making my packs. April days were so hot. All my winter equipment had been left in Saronno and I couldn't afford to go out and take a cold. So my MTB stood on the corner in front of the window, like a patient dog, waiting for better times to go out.