FREEHEEL COPS BRING WINE, WOMEN & TELEMARK TO THE DOLOMITES
The three-hour drive on the winding roads from the 60s-throwback airport in Verona traverses through wine country, past castles on hilltops and through small villages. From the valley floor, we rise 3,500 vertical feet into the Dolomites en route to Moena, home of the Scufons—the Hells Angels of the freeheel world from what I’ve been told.
The old buildings along the cobblestone streets are exactly the picturesque scenes I’ve imagined. The town is calm, dark, quiet—almost solemn—with the only . . .
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