“Dedicated to my friend Mauro Marcato”
The 24-hour Montello Mauro Marcato Memorial race is the fruit of the organizers’ conviction that Ultracycling is a discipline that requires the difficult exercise of essentiality and simplicity, on behalf of the athletes and those who assist them during the race, both parties committed to filling each instant with what is truly important for reaching their objectives. This essentiality and simplicity, this effort to help the other spontaneously, are the same qualities needed to make and demonstrate the most important relationships, such as friendship, true and sincere. Therefore the 24-hour Montello is also called the Mauro Marcato Memorial
: Mauro was Fabio Biasiolo’s friend and training partner and he tragically died on April 19, 2007. Since that moment Fabio has done everything possible to commemorate his departed friend, dedicating such an important and prestigious race to him.Mauro was Fabio Biasiolo’s friend and training partner and he tragically died on April 19, 2007. Since that moment Fabio has done everything possible to commemorate his departed friend, dedicating such an important and prestigious race to him.
Mauro, from the bottom of my heart, a sad and bitter memory for you. Your fraternal friend forever, Fabio.
Mauro, or the great affection he felt for Spain and for cycling, gave himself a sort of “nom de guerre”, which he usually signed his text messages with, which he would send me in the evening when we made plans to meet at dawn the following day to train together. He ended the message with: “Cicio Rubiera”, alluding to the famous Spanish cyclist Cecio Rubiera. He used this misspelling ironically because his body varied from a little round to round according to how much desire and time he had to pedal. Instead I, out of respect, called he “Gigio Rubiera” and that is also what his mother (his father had died a few years before) Bruna and his sister Stefania wrote next to his real name on his tombstone: “for friends Gigio Rubiera”. Mauro had always worked in many of the most prestigious fish restaurants on the Riviera del Brenta. He always had a sort of strange sadness inside that I had never been able to understand until his tragic death. He adapted to my timetable, which meant, starting from spring on, leaving at 6:00 in the morning, if not earlier and even if he had gone to bed only 2 or 3 hours before. Jokingly I would tell him that he could do the RAAM since he slept so little and seeing the sacrifices he made to come with me. Calling him a training partner would be excessive, because he didn’t lead by a meter; as sleepy as he was I wondered how he could even stay with me. Uphill and downhill he got behind immediately. I couldn’t even raise the speed because I would look back and he disappeared from the horizon, but in any case he was a great companion for me: he was worth more than a clean “super hero” of old-fashioned cycling, because he would tell me about Australia, his travels in Spain or what had happened at work the night before. I definitely knew that, even if he was dead tire, that pedalling out of breath behind me made hi happy, it relaxed and calmed him. Above all in the last period of his life, before the tragedy, he made me feel this need of his even more and my biggest regret is that I didn’t understand that his discomfort was increasing kilometre after kilometre until it became impossible to bear. Like a great “brave Gascon” he was able to deceive even me. I pass by the place of the fatal end everyday, almost always twice a day, and subconsciously my eyes rest on those damn tracks of that damn station, without the impotency on a means that gives me power and confidence changing anything more at this point. I lost someone so dear! That’s life, Fabio! But I will never lose the affection that is always alive for you and finds an outlet in your mother, sister and daughter. With you always, “Gigio Rubiera”, at every turn of the pedal of life – on or off a bicycle -,
Fabio. (Fabio Biasiolo)
: Mauro was Fabio Biasiolo’s friend and training partner and he tragically died on April 19, 2007. Since that moment Fabio has done everything possible to commemorate his departed friend, dedicating such an important and prestigious race to him.Mauro was Fabio Biasiolo’s friend and training partner and he tragically died on April 19, 2007. Since that moment Fabio has done everything possible to commemorate his departed friend, dedicating such an important and prestigious race to him.
Mauro, from the bottom of my heart, a sad and bitter memory for you. Your fraternal friend forever, Fabio.
Mauro, or the great affection he felt for Spain and for cycling, gave himself a sort of “nom de guerre”, which he usually signed his text messages with, which he would send me in the evening when we made plans to meet at dawn the following day to train together. He ended the message with: “Cicio Rubiera”, alluding to the famous Spanish cyclist Cecio Rubiera. He used this misspelling ironically because his body varied from a little round to round according to how much desire and time he had to pedal. Instead I, out of respect, called he “Gigio Rubiera” and that is also what his mother (his father had died a few years before) Bruna and his sister Stefania wrote next to his real name on his tombstone: “for friends Gigio Rubiera”. Mauro had always worked in many of the most prestigious fish restaurants on the Riviera del Brenta. He always had a sort of strange sadness inside that I had never been able to understand until his tragic death. He adapted to my timetable, which meant, starting from spring on, leaving at 6:00 in the morning, if not earlier and even if he had gone to bed only 2 or 3 hours before. Jokingly I would tell him that he could do the RAAM since he slept so little and seeing the sacrifices he made to come with me. Calling him a training partner would be excessive, because he didn’t lead by a meter; as sleepy as he was I wondered how he could even stay with me. Uphill and downhill he got behind immediately. I couldn’t even raise the speed because I would look back and he disappeared from the horizon, but in any case he was a great companion for me: he was worth more than a clean “super hero” of old-fashioned cycling, because he would tell me about Australia, his travels in Spain or what had happened at work the night before. I definitely knew that, even if he was dead tire, that pedalling out of breath behind me made hi happy, it relaxed and calmed him. Above all in the last period of his life, before the tragedy, he made me feel this need of his even more and my biggest regret is that I didn’t understand that his discomfort was increasing kilometre after kilometre until it became impossible to bear. Like a great “brave Gascon” he was able to deceive even me. I pass by the place of the fatal end everyday, almost always twice a day, and subconsciously my eyes rest on those damn tracks of that damn station, without the impotency on a means that gives me power and confidence changing anything more at this point. I lost someone so dear! That’s life, Fabio! But I will never lose the affection that is always alive for you and finds an outlet in your mother, sister and daughter. With you always, “Gigio Rubiera”, at every turn of the pedal of life – on or off a bicycle -,
Fabio. (Fabio Biasiolo)
