NOTE TO DARIO
Michele Fantasia, San Francisco, CA
Mr. Pegoretti, Please accept my best wishes for your speedy recovery.
Paul Lundgren, Ames, Iowa, USA
Best of luck in your successful recovery. The world of cycling has certainly been a much finer one due to your contributions.
Scotty Perkins, San Jose, CA
Dear Mr. Pegoretti, "In spring, hundreds of flowers; in autumn, a harvest moon; In summer, a refreshing breeze; in winter, snow will accompany you. If useless things do not hang in your mind, Any season is a good season for you." from THE GATELESS GATE by Ekai, called Mu-mon I am so sorry about your illness and your pain. Please take extra-special care of yourself every day.
Chloe Igini, Patagonia, Arizona
Dario: Lymphoma survivor here! Fight the bastard cancer! Take the CHEMO, rest, eat well, rest, ride a bit, rest, and do not worry about work. Don't give up!!! Thinking about you every time I get on my Pegoretti.
Carl, Victorville, CA.
Dear Dario, That things are....That...that which is....Is. That there will always be love flowing to you from the masses. It is a magic that no one can understand. It's a priviledge to know you by your work. God Speed you a Speedy recovery. Mon Ami.... Chris.
Hey Dario! Been thinking of you often this past month My Marcello and a small meteorite are my favorite possesions. In Boulder there are many, many bici but mine makes me happy just to see it. Both my parents have had cancer and are in remission. We're with you.
Neil Rosen, Boulder, CO
Dario - your work and your ethic is an inspiration to cyclists everywhere. I design and build things for a living as well, and your work gives me inspiration to challenge everything. Guarisci presto!
Henning, San Francisco
Mr Pegoretti, you make a damn fine bicycle, and I'd like to see you be able to make more. Good luck.
Kelly, Perth, Australia
Big Leg Emma, glistening orange. Pacific Coast Highway. Swirling wind. Sun glints, bounces off sweat raining down. Glance at the coolest chain stays this side of heaven and chunk that sucker big ring small cog. Tires humming. Legs pounding. Flash of silver and yellow off the top tube. Asphalt rolling. The bike is my body is the road is the bike. Climbing now. Fighting for air. Upwards on wings of silken pain. Suddenly, far far below, ocean and mist. Sun overhead now, burning through clothing. Descending. Swervy steel humming sweetness. The sound of endless childhood flying on rails of joy... Get well soon, Dario. Emma needs a friend made to her exact likeness in stainless, painted with with love from Italy.
Matt Johnson, Los Angeles