<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:19:57.857-02:00</updated><category term='Parelheiros'/><category term='Enduro de regularidade'/><category term='Projeto de Cicloturismo no Brasil'/><category term='ghost bike'/><category term='Itupeva'/><category term='carnaval'/><category term='Bariloche'/><category term='curitiba'/><category term='Pedal Cultural'/><category term='São Paulo'/><category term='Pedalada pela Liberdade dos Sentidos'/><category term='Santos'/><category term='Raquel'/><category term='Pedalando e Aprendendo'/><category term='Big Biker'/><category term='Bicicletada'/><category term='Riacho Grande'/><category term='Ipaussu'/><category term='Adventure Sports Fair'/><category term='Cicloturismo'/><category term='Terra do Fogo'/><category term='Timburi'/><category term='Anhanguera'/><category term='Zu Lai'/><category term='Curucutu'/><category term='Greenbikers'/><category term='Rafaela'/><category term='Itapecerica da Serra'/><category term='banana'/><category term='Café'/><category term='Bike Tour'/><category term='Ilha do Bororé'/><category term='Solo Sagrado'/><category term='Pico do Jaraguá'/><category term='Europa'/><category term='Virada Esportiva'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Embu-Guaçu'/><category term='Olinto'/><category term='Cotia'/><category term='Lar'/><category term='Ibirapuera'/><category term='Chile'/><category term='Sram 50k'/><category term='Carlos'/><category term='Embu'/><category term='Moto'/><category term='Guaxupé'/><category term='Patagônia'/><category term='Marsilac'/><title type='text'>Babikers</title><subtitle type='html'>http://babikers.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-9153486934772448767</id><published>2012-01-05T15:59:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:05:17.137-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projeto de Cicloturismo no Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafaela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olinto'/><title type='text'>Vídeos - Feliz Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>Já faz bastante tempo que não escrevemos nada por aqui... bem, o ano terminou com muitas novidades, além da construção da "casa nova" (motor-home novo) e reedição do Guia Caminho da Fé, lançamos do DVD da viagem pelo Peru. &lt;div&gt;Tínhamos pensado em abrir uma enquete entre os Babikers para escolher o nome do filme, pois haviam muitas opções: "Uma viagem do Peru"; "Descobrindo o Peru de bicicleta"; "PPP - Pedalando Pelo Peru" e por aí vai... no entanto como estávamos com pressa tivemos que decidir sozinhos e ele foi batizado como IMAGENS - de bicicleta pelos Andes Peruanos. Mas se alguém tiver mais alguma sugestão podemos renomear o filme :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Postamos aqui o trailer do DVD e também uma entrevista que demos para o Marcelo Rudini, para a série "Casais Pedal" do Onde Pedalar.&lt;div&gt;Feliz Ano Novo e muitas pedaladas!!!!!!! Rafa e Olinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PWN1l4xmGkQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Sg4UX5DjbLQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-9153486934772448767?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/9153486934772448767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=9153486934772448767' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/9153486934772448767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/9153486934772448767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2012/01/videos-feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Vídeos - Feliz Ano Novo'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PWN1l4xmGkQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5295644969522011805</id><published>2011-08-11T09:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T09:38:00.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem pelo Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmUJF1Qw7SI/TkPNAJJN_sI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WuWyYbK-JOY/s1600/cicloturismo_peru_viagem_bicicleta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmUJF1Qw7SI/TkPNAJJN_sI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WuWyYbK-JOY/s400/cicloturismo_peru_viagem_bicicleta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639576560736272066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos Babikers, depois de 3 meses viajando de bicicleta pelo Peru estamos de volta. Foram dias maravilhosos percorrendo os andes peruanos e conhecendo as belezas naturais e culturais deste povo. Em nosso site colocamos fotos comentadas, o mapa e altimetria do percurso e alguns números impressionantes da viagem. Só de subidas foram mais de 41.000m!!!! Esperamos que gostem:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/Peru/cicloturismo_viagem_bicicleta_peru.html"&gt;http://www.olinto.com.br/Peru/cicloturismo_viagem_bicicleta_peru.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Um abraço a todos, Rafa e Olinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-5295644969522011805?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.olinto.com.br/Peru/cicloturismo_viagem_bicicleta_peru.html' title='Viagem pelo Peru'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5295644969522011805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=5295644969522011805' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5295644969522011805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5295644969522011805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2011/08/viagem-pelo-peru.html' title='Viagem pelo Peru'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EmUJF1Qw7SI/TkPNAJJN_sI/AAAAAAAAAWc/WuWyYbK-JOY/s72-c/cicloturismo_peru_viagem_bicicleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3763099547074802611</id><published>2011-06-11T02:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:16:56.819-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Paulo'/><title type='text'>Entrevista com Wezz!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NOERR2scCec" frameborder="0" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/renataburjato"&gt;Renata Burjato&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3763099547074802611?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3763099547074802611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3763099547074802611' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3763099547074802611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3763099547074802611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2011/06/entrevista-com-wezz.html' title='Entrevista com Wezz!!!'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NOERR2scCec/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-8511521347592178001</id><published>2010-12-13T09:40:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:04:21.478-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projeto de Cicloturismo no Brasil'/><title type='text'>Guia de Cicloturismo Paraná I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É com muita alegria que anunciamos aqui no Blog dos Babikers o lançamento de mais um Guia com o qual esperamos poder incentivar ainda mais nossos amigos ciclistas e cicloturistas a conhecer esse nosso maravilhoso país usando sua bicicleta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixamos aqui este Vídeo Clip, uma amostra do DVD que acompanha o livro, com mais de 1h de imagens dos circuitos do Paraná.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbMDDeOIzdk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbMDDeOIzdk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para saber mais é só &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/Guia_Cicloturismo_Paran%C3%A1/cicloturismo_mapeamento_paran%C3%A1.htm" target="_blank"&gt;clicar aqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem com nosso abraço e o desejo de muitas pedaladas e aventuras sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafaela e Olinto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-8511521347592178001?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.olinto.com.br/Guia_Cicloturismo_Paran%C3%A1/cicloturismo_mapeamento_paran%C3%A1.htm' title='Guia de Cicloturismo Paraná I'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/8511521347592178001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=8511521347592178001' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/8511521347592178001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/8511521347592178001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/12/guia-de-cicloturismo-parana-i.html' title='Guia de Cicloturismo Paraná I'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2390472344094468029</id><published>2010-08-25T12:02:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:34:58.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajando por Santa Catarina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Em junho percorremos o estado de Santa Catarina para participar de três palestras e aproveitamos para desfrutar da convivência de grandes amigos e das belezas naturais da região.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A primeira palestra aconteceu na cidade de Joinville, a segunda em Blumenau e a terceira em Florianópolis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Deixamos aqui algumas fotos dos passeios de bike pela região. Para ver mais histórias e fotos desta viagem é só dar uma olhadinha no nosso site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/novidades/Palestras%202010/cicloturismo%20palestras%20santa%20catarina%2006%202010.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Viagem por Santa Catarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um grande abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Rafa e Olinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;www.olinto.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:8.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/THU1fafuehI/AAAAAAAAAVg/B9rrqRGKuxw/s400/21_cicloturismo_farol_de_santa_marta.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509368532962277906" style="text-align: left;display: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/THU1g4dkMgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0navlDCqKAM/s400/17_cicloturismo_serra_corvo_branco.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509368558186148354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/THU1f3-ffQI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5sJAJQcF2EY/s1600/13_cicloturismo_urubici_morro_da_cruz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/THU1f3-ffQI/AAAAAAAAAVo/5sJAJQcF2EY/s400/13_cicloturismo_urubici_morro_da_cruz.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509368540875947266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2390472344094468029?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2390472344094468029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2390472344094468029' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2390472344094468029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2390472344094468029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/08/viajando-por-santa-catarina.html' title='Viajando por Santa Catarina'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/THU1fafuehI/AAAAAAAAAVg/B9rrqRGKuxw/s72-c/21_cicloturismo_farol_de_santa_marta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-9023041440955527066</id><published>2010-04-25T08:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:34:29.593-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projeto de Cicloturismo no Brasil'/><title type='text'>Notícias da Rafa e do Olinto</title><content type='html'>Queridos Babikers, estamos ainda trabalhando no mapeamento para o próximo &lt;b&gt;Guia de Cicloturismo&lt;/b&gt;. Hoje, dia em que escrevo, estamos em Prudentópolis, a terra das Cachoeiras Gigantes e da cultura Ucraniana no Brasil. Já começamos a colocar no site fotos de alguns lugares que farão parte do guia, que contou com a participação dos queridos Babikers &lt;b&gt;Bruna&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b&gt;Gerson:&lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/Guia_Cicloturismo_Paran%C3%A1/cicloturismo_mapeamento_curitiba.htm"&gt;http://www.olinto.com.br/Guia_Cicloturismo_Paraná/cicloturismo_mapeamento_curitiba.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A visita deles já foi tema de uma postagem aqui do blog: &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/02/feriado-em-curitiba.html"&gt;http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/02/feriado-em-curitiba.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada 15 dias vamos adicionar mais fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos pra todos! Saudades dos amigos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-9023041440955527066?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/9023041440955527066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=9023041440955527066' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/9023041440955527066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/9023041440955527066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/04/noticias-da-rafa-e-do-olinto.html' title='Notícias da Rafa e do Olinto'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-135520605927182282</id><published>2010-04-04T14:53:00.026-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:19:45.101-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilha do Bororé'/><title type='text'>O pedal da minha sala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sexta-feira santa, 2 de abril, aconteceu o primeiro pedal da 14202AAAA (minha sala).&lt;br /&gt;Duvido que algum outro Babiker já tenha feito isso... Duvido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, fiz meus amigos, &lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Bruno&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Guilherme&lt;/strong&gt;, irem até a estação Grajaú (o que significa atravessar a cidade), pedalar na Belmira Marin (mancada isso) e depois pegar duas balsas da Ilha do Bororé. Pra ver o mapa dos 42km percorridos, &lt;a href="http://www.bikely.com/maps/bike-path/Ilha-do-Boror" target="_blank"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S8Cpb5rKrZI/AAAAAAAADmQ/4t5bCBjhsBc/s1600/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458549045176479122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S8Cpb5rKrZI/AAAAAAAADmQ/4t5bCBjhsBc/s400/DSC01417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno, Bruna, Bruna e Gui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7ja2VFhC_I/AAAAAAAADmI/VGvdo3fRd5k/s1600/pedal+da+sala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351575467428850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7ja2VFhC_I/AAAAAAAADmI/VGvdo3fRd5k/s400/pedal+da+sala.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7ja07WsKmI/AAAAAAAADmA/hqz4VVMrH8w/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351551380269666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7ja07WsKmI/AAAAAAAADmA/hqz4VVMrH8w/s400/pedal+da+sala+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bru e Bru lubrificando a corrente da Margareth. Isso foi depois da pausa pra arrumar o freio. Sem comentários!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jagvdRGdI/AAAAAAAADl4/O-tn96u7e6Q/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351204589246930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jagvdRGdI/AAAAAAAADl4/O-tn96u7e6Q/s400/pedal+da+sala+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jae2ro7hI/AAAAAAAADlw/EsYqPPZf6mo/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351172168838674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jae2ro7hI/AAAAAAAADlw/EsYqPPZf6mo/s400/pedal+da+sala+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo passeio tem que ter alguém que empurra a bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaeepoUmI/AAAAAAAADlo/PxuZeCSDhIM/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351165717959266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaeepoUmI/AAAAAAAADlo/PxuZeCSDhIM/s400/pedal+da+sala+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos na segunda balsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jacuJ7yPI/AAAAAAAADlg/707Ue-5qoJk/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351135520246002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jacuJ7yPI/AAAAAAAADlg/707Ue-5qoJk/s400/pedal+da+sala+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jab2_tmQI/AAAAAAAADlY/x4XBQ_usWRQ/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351120713423106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jab2_tmQI/AAAAAAAADlY/x4XBQ_usWRQ/s400/pedal+da+sala+(6).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camiseta do Gui: "Cometa Harley"!!! Hahahaha... Será que devemos abrir o processo seletivo Babikers 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaEXg0h3I/AAAAAAAADlQ/nCEgnsiWY5s/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456350717125363570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaEXg0h3I/AAAAAAAADlQ/nCEgnsiWY5s/s400/pedal+da+sala+(7).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada do Rio Acima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaDF4xS3I/AAAAAAAADlI/mok_fuJlmU8/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456350695214107506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaDF4xS3I/AAAAAAAADlI/mok_fuJlmU8/s400/pedal+da+sala+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacas... Não fazem parte do &lt;a href="http://www.cowparade.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Cow Parade&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaB3IGnnI/AAAAAAAADk4/rNzWOJ2MTbU/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456350674072018546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaB3IGnnI/AAAAAAAADk4/rNzWOJ2MTbU/s400/pedal+da+sala+(10).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chegamos à Imigrantes... O ponto final do nosso passeio.&lt;br /&gt;Depois foi só voltar pelo mesmo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S8CsfHIlc4I/AAAAAAAADm8/Gpfaqms7Ayc/s1600/DSC01473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S8CsfHIlc4I/AAAAAAAADm8/Gpfaqms7Ayc/s400/DSC01473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458552398864020354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S8CpuC_VQbI/AAAAAAAADmY/0xffgsUqGsk/s1600/DSC01485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458549356914622898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S8CpuC_VQbI/AAAAAAAADmY/0xffgsUqGsk/s400/DSC01485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bruno aperfeiçoou seus conhecimentos sobre &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glic%C3%B3lise_anaer%C3%B3bica" target="_blank"&gt;glicólise anaeróbica&lt;/a&gt;, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaALRK7cI/AAAAAAAADkw/mr3ICjpyA_s/s1600/pedal+da+sala+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456350645119020482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S7jaALRK7cI/AAAAAAAADkw/mr3ICjpyA_s/s400/pedal+da+sala+(11).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando os &lt;a href="http://brunatri.blogspot.com/2010/01/bem-vindo-ao-grajau.html" target="_blank"&gt;carros da Belmira Marin&lt;/a&gt;, acho que os Brus e o Gui gostaram do passeio... Para os meninos foi uma novidade pedalar essa distância. E o percurso não é dos mais fáceis, mas eles foram muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;E eu adorei a companhia. Inesquecível... Quando vamos de novo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-135520605927182282?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/135520605927182282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=135520605927182282' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/135520605927182282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/135520605927182282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-pedal-da-minha-sala.html' title='O pedal da minha sala'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S8Cpb5rKrZI/AAAAAAAADmQ/4t5bCBjhsBc/s72-c/DSC01417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-702662489850518746</id><published>2010-02-17T22:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:42:51.353-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curitiba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval'/><title type='text'>Feriado em Curitiba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feriado de Carnaval. O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerson&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; fomos visitar a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rafaela&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olinto&lt;/span&gt; em Quatro Barras, uma cidade na região de Curitiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SÁBADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordamos 3:30h do sábado e pegamos a estrada. A viagem, que deveria durar 5 horas, durou quase dez, por causa do trânsito e de um deslizamento na estrada. Mas chegamos. E o Olinto imediatamente nos convidou para uma caminhada de uma hora, por iniciativa de seu amigo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schneck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era exatamente uma caminhada... Mas sim a subida do Morro do Anhangava. E pensar que eu nem tinha levado um tênis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_M37XUxI/AAAAAAAADYs/N-JvVLLQszY/s1600-h/dia+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_M37XUxI/AAAAAAAADYs/N-JvVLLQszY/s400/dia+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362309104816914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subimos bastante. E a cada pedra que contornávamos, a vista da cidade aparecia mais bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_MSW2QDI/AAAAAAAADYk/kGlLgxxJqUo/s1600-h/dia+1+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_MSW2QDI/AAAAAAAADYk/kGlLgxxJqUo/s400/dia+1+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362299019542578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapatilha de MTB não é o calçado ideal pra este tipo de atividade. Se eu ao menos tivesse tirado o taquinho que escorregava nas pedras maiores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_MdLXs2I/AAAAAAAADYc/8gnjpmokDNk/s1600-h/dia+1+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_MdLXs2I/AAAAAAAADYc/8gnjpmokDNk/s400/dia+1+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362301924193122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schneck, Olinto, Mônica, Eu, Gerson. E a fotógrafa, Rafaela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_F0DZw9I/AAAAAAAADYU/yXx5nKrXf0Y/s1600-h/dia+1+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_F0DZw9I/AAAAAAAADYU/yXx5nKrXf0Y/s400/dia+1+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362187805705170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No topo, as nuvens passavam por nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_FgrLAhI/AAAAAAAADYM/BGlgyMAN3Vc/s1600-h/dia+1+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_FgrLAhI/AAAAAAAADYM/BGlgyMAN3Vc/s400/dia+1+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362182603801106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Foi pesado", hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_FRb8PMI/AAAAAAAADYE/Xhm4hG9oLVw/s1600-h/dia+1+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_FRb8PMI/AAAAAAAADYE/Xhm4hG9oLVw/s400/dia+1+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362178513386690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos pra pousada bem cansados no fim daquela tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DOMINGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo de manhã, nossa próxima atividade: descer a estrada da Graciosa até a cidade de Morretes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos pela Ponte do Arco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_FEvdYkI/AAAAAAAADX8/gIKZ--bgCOo/s1600-h/dia+2+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_FEvdYkI/AAAAAAAADX8/gIKZ--bgCOo/s400/dia+2+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362175105589826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo Oratório Anjo da Guarda e outras construções bastante antigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_E8JKISI/AAAAAAAADX0/AsETxGj-vOY/s1600-h/dia+2+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_E8JKISI/AAAAAAAADX0/AsETxGj-vOY/s400/dia+2+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362172797460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-767_rmI/AAAAAAAADXs/0TIZjJCmPG8/s1600-h/dia+2+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-767_rmI/AAAAAAAADXs/0TIZjJCmPG8/s400/dia+2+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362017854991970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até entrar neste trecho (quem quiser saber mais sobre o lugar, aguarde o próximo guia do &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/"&gt;Olinto e da Rafaela&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-7v_3duI/AAAAAAAADXk/LVPfyxXcbbU/s1600-h/dia+2+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-7v_3duI/AAAAAAAADXk/LVPfyxXcbbU/s400/dia+2+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362014918440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-7QxmC6I/AAAAAAAADXc/oAVb6xKFTXI/s1600-h/dia+2+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-7QxmC6I/AAAAAAAADXc/oAVb6xKFTXI/s400/dia+2+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362006537079714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parte final da estrada, já depois da serra, chegando a Morretes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-7CZ3iPI/AAAAAAAADXU/awcTvQaYcPc/s1600-h/dia+2+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-7CZ3iPI/AAAAAAAADXU/awcTvQaYcPc/s400/dia+2+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362002679466226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para voltar, pegamos o trem da serra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-66Iz9GI/AAAAAAAADXM/qqhk6SKFX3U/s1600-h/dia+2+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-66Iz9GI/AAAAAAAADXM/qqhk6SKFX3U/s400/dia+2+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439362000460444770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bikes foram muito bem acomodadas (mais que os passageiros).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-phQwf4I/AAAAAAAADXE/Fse2ocDbXLk/s1600-h/dia+2+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-phQwf4I/AAAAAAAADXE/Fse2ocDbXLk/s400/dia+2+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361701725110146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o trem subia a serra a 25km/h, entre belas montanhas, rios, cachoeiras, pontes, túneis. Esta estrada de ferro foi inaugurada em 1885. É difícil imaginar como puderam construí-la num terreno tão acidentado (trens não vencem subidas íngremes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-pT3OfwI/AAAAAAAADW8/pnz4h8GvUnc/s1600-h/dia+2+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-pT3OfwI/AAAAAAAADW8/pnz4h8GvUnc/s400/dia+2+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361698128363266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-pPE1kRI/AAAAAAAADW0/i7QtbbrGhy8/s1600-h/dia+2+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-pPE1kRI/AAAAAAAADW0/i7QtbbrGhy8/s400/dia+2+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361696843272466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-o8uBecI/AAAAAAAADWs/iWFFHgYhfAs/s1600-h/dia+2+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-o8uBecI/AAAAAAAADWs/iWFFHgYhfAs/s400/dia+2+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361691915745730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este trem nos deixou na Rodoferroviária de Curitiba, e voltamos pedalando a Quatro Barras. Cansados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEGUNDA-FEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira a programação era bem mais &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;: conhecer a cidade de Curitiba.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos de carro de Quatro Barras até lá, e sem a menor vergonha porque estávamos cansados mesmo. Mas levamos as bikes no carro, pra facilitar o percurso dentro da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começamos pela Ópera de Arame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-o0ZhOZI/AAAAAAAADWk/InLA4jbqvWk/s1600-h/dia+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-o0ZhOZI/AAAAAAAADWk/InLA4jbqvWk/s400/dia+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361689682262418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ponte passa sobre a água da pedreira e chega ao edifício todo de tubos. Como será que fizeram o projeto de acústica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-g-GITmI/AAAAAAAADWc/VBAu2WGBNb8/s1600-h/dia+3+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-g-GITmI/AAAAAAAADWc/VBAu2WGBNb8/s400/dia+3+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361554846338658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois fomos ao parque Tanguá. Outra pedreira desativada. A queda d'água é artificial, mas o efeito é bonito e refrescante. E afinal estamos dentro de uma grande cidade. Não tem uma cachoeira dessas em São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-gp0m7AI/AAAAAAAADWU/Ymbw0Ohz-b8/s1600-h/dia+3+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-gp0m7AI/AAAAAAAADWU/Ymbw0Ohz-b8/s400/dia+3+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361549404138498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-gOR0HtI/AAAAAAAADWM/LVK3zt_OrOU/s1600-h/dia+3+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-gOR0HtI/AAAAAAAADWM/LVK3zt_OrOU/s400/dia+3+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361542010445522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos pela Universidade Livre do Meio Ambiente. Também era uma pedreira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3yHilXvziI/AAAAAAAADY0/MCc2gXDnc9E/s1600-h/Curitiba+2010+%28215%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3yHilXvziI/AAAAAAAADY0/MCc2gXDnc9E/s400/Curitiba+2010+%28215%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371478173732386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrutura da construção em madeira... Muito interessante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-f-prfjI/AAAAAAAADWE/tKDl2mAdiw8/s1600-h/dia+3+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-f-prfjI/AAAAAAAADWE/tKDl2mAdiw8/s400/dia+3+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361537815576114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-f8pYOVI/AAAAAAAADV8/noaATJtonJQ/s1600-h/dia+3+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-f8pYOVI/AAAAAAAADV8/noaATJtonJQ/s400/dia+3+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361537277442386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A igreja Ucraniana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-RgQA1aI/AAAAAAAADV0/WKuLFA4bV5Y/s1600-h/dia+3+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-RgQA1aI/AAAAAAAADV0/WKuLFA4bV5Y/s400/dia+3+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361289136690594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma cena nunca antes documentada: o Gerson empurrando a bicicleta!!! Enquanto todos pedalavam! Reparem que a Rafaela não segurou a risada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-RWnQHdI/AAAAAAAADVs/4jSSJhq55NU/s1600-h/dia+3+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-RWnQHdI/AAAAAAAADVs/4jSSJhq55NU/s400/dia+3+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361286549806546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No centro da cidade, Gerson examina os freios do bonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-RJr0yBI/AAAAAAAADVk/wjqgW9m15TY/s1600-h/dia+3+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-RJr0yBI/AAAAAAAADVk/wjqgW9m15TY/s400/dia+3+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361283079325714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é claro que tinha que ter uma degustação do café de Curitiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-QxTfPVI/AAAAAAAADVc/ZYLNTEtqrDs/s1600-h/dia+3+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-QxTfPVI/AAAAAAAADVc/ZYLNTEtqrDs/s400/dia+3+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361276534799698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda no centro, um painel de Poty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-QgveZlI/AAAAAAAADVU/h1d7s4xmrMc/s1600-h/dia+3+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-QgveZlI/AAAAAAAADVU/h1d7s4xmrMc/s400/dia+3+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361272088782418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o famoso Olho de Niemeyer, ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-GNlVMII/AAAAAAAADVM/SlAeo_JZi2g/s1600-h/dia+3+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-GNlVMII/AAAAAAAADVM/SlAeo_JZi2g/s400/dia+3+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361095147270274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-F4sdPbI/AAAAAAAADVE/rfLJ1MNIDWE/s1600-h/dia+3+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-F4sdPbI/AAAAAAAADVE/rfLJ1MNIDWE/s400/dia+3+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361089540013490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No parque João Paulo II, essa escultura "homenageia" o antigo Papa polonês, em uma de suas visitas ao Brasil... Não imagino o que ele deve ter sentido ao ver essa coisa diabólica com mãos transparentes, mas provavelmente não foi legal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-FtPStVI/AAAAAAAADU8/1yZnP6P24dw/s1600-h/dia+3+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-FtPStVI/AAAAAAAADU8/1yZnP6P24dw/s400/dia+3+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361086464898386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O parque tem algumas construções e objetos da cultura polonesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-FZSFmJI/AAAAAAAADU0/yayFISm9ZVI/s1600-h/dia+3+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-FZSFmJI/AAAAAAAADU0/yayFISm9ZVI/s400/dia+3+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361081107912850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por último, não podia faltar: o jardim botânico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-FESHwOI/AAAAAAAADUs/L0bTawbS2WE/s1600-h/dia+3+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x-FESHwOI/AAAAAAAADUs/L0bTawbS2WE/s400/dia+3+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439361075470909666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois o Olinto nos levou na pizzaria dos sonhos: pizza boa, barata e sem garçom. Boa mesmo, não fica atrás das pizzas de São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminamos assim o feriado, voltando pra casa na terça-feira de manhã. Cansados. Foram três dias muito proveitosos, sem dúvida. A região toda é muito bonita, eu recomendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-702662489850518746?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/702662489850518746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=702662489850518746' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/702662489850518746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/702662489850518746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/02/feriado-em-curitiba.html' title='Feriado em Curitiba'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3x_M37XUxI/AAAAAAAADYs/N-JvVLLQszY/s72-c/dia+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3549228617258871003</id><published>2010-02-10T08:33:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:56:54.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrada de Manutenção: descida e subida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No último domingo recebemos um convite do Cupertino para descer e subir a Serra do Mar. Descer é comum, já fizemos isso várias vezes. Mas subir... Parece difícil, um pouco desafiador.&lt;br /&gt;Aceitamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O objetivo era ir pela estrada de manutenção até a cachoeira canalizada e voltar pelo mesmo caminho. &lt;a href="http://www.bikely.com/maps/bike-path/Estrada-de-manuten-o386121"&gt;Clique aqui&lt;/a&gt; para ver todo o roteiro percorrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;Gerson&lt;/strong&gt; encontramos o &lt;strong&gt;Samuel&lt;/strong&gt; (ou SAMU?) na estação Grajaú, e vimos o sol nascer perto da primeira balsa. O &lt;strong&gt;Cupertino&lt;/strong&gt; nos esperou na segunda balsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KO1kjQ-XI/AAAAAAAACnU/S6yrm57CAIY/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564751185410418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KO1kjQ-XI/AAAAAAAACnU/S6yrm57CAIY/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos à cachoeira bem rapidinho... Entramos na água gelada, fizemos um lanche e nos preparamos pra subir de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KO1fbeQ7I/AAAAAAAACnM/G2yNUO0BVM4/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564749810549682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KO1fbeQ7I/AAAAAAAACnM/G2yNUO0BVM4/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(8).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gerson estreou o quadro novo de sua bike: menor e mais ágil... Que droga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KO1CoZmuI/AAAAAAAACnE/URvBeHRfG0I/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564742080142050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KO1CoZmuI/AAAAAAAACnE/URvBeHRfG0I/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(15).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOvBjw05I/AAAAAAAACm8/BppLDHGl8OE/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564638713041810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOvBjw05I/AAAAAAAACm8/BppLDHGl8OE/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(16).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em minha opinião a subida não foi tão difícil quanto esperado. Talvez porque eu esperasse o pior. Mas os trechos íngremes se intercalavam com retas e algumas descidas, tornando a pedalada bem agradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOu5sFSFI/AAAAAAAACm0/14JsSRHAlqc/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(20).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564636600453202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOu5sFSFI/AAAAAAAACm0/14JsSRHAlqc/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(20).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa nem tão agradável era o calor. Os dias tem sido muito quentes e geralmente chove no fim da tarde. Este domingo não foi diferente. Mas a estrada de manutenção compensa tudo! É linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOuoj2_tI/AAAAAAAACmk/6el_xeOk5f4/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(27).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564632002559698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOuoj2_tI/AAAAAAAACmk/6el_xeOk5f4/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(27).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É interessante como o caminho que já percorremos tantas vezes pareceu diferente quando feito no sentido contrário. A baixa velocidade em que passamos permitiu ver diversas quedas d’água entre as árvores, apreciar melhor a paisagem e ver alguns animais que não havíamos encontrado antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOua5JVKI/AAAAAAAACmc/Z8YunQNxn_w/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(28).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564628333745314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOua5JVKI/AAAAAAAACmc/Z8YunQNxn_w/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(28).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOc-uGcfI/AAAAAAAACmU/9RP2PfFc6Kw/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(33).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564328713449970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOc-uGcfI/AAAAAAAACmU/9RP2PfFc6Kw/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(33).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem ainda alguns pontos onde é possível beber água – de origem duvidosa, verdade – e eu nunca tinha percebido isso. No calor, esses pontos foram a salvação. Água geladinha correndo entre as pedras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOcXobojI/AAAAAAAACmM/PV-zc6d_mwg/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(42).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564318220689970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOcXobojI/AAAAAAAACmM/PV-zc6d_mwg/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(42).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vista do litoral estava bem clara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOcIZcsuI/AAAAAAAACmE/bSKKmcGfZi8/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(43).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564314131313378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOcIZcsuI/AAAAAAAACmE/bSKKmcGfZi8/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(43).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOb70dYWI/AAAAAAAACl8/gYXPjNP-AmQ/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(62).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564310754943330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KOb70dYWI/AAAAAAAACl8/gYXPjNP-AmQ/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(62).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareceram macacos. Vários! Pulando entre os galhos, descendo pela montanha até sumir das nossas vistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KObnXhn0I/AAAAAAAACl0/iR71Ifg2BKw/s1600-h/Serra+do+Mar+(64).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436564305264877378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KObnXhn0I/AAAAAAAACl0/iR71Ifg2BKw/s400/Serra+do+Mar+(64).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos terminam aqui (&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.br/brunatristao/20100207BateEVoltaNaSerra?authkey=Gv1sRgCOjz-IbZrNq1bA&amp;amp;feat=directlink"&gt;clique para ver todas&lt;/a&gt;). Minhas forças também... Subir a Serra foi ótimo, um passeio que eu recomendo a todos! A parte pior e mais difícil foi voltar da Imigrantes pra casa debaixo de sol e já cansada. Mas valeu a pena... Espero ir de novo (pode ser no inverno?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3549228617258871003?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3549228617258871003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3549228617258871003' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3549228617258871003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3549228617258871003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/02/estrada-de-manutencao-descida-e-subida.html' title='Estrada de Manutenção: descida e subida'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S3KO1kjQ-XI/AAAAAAAACnU/S6yrm57CAIY/s72-c/Serra+do+Mar+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2016812693048278419</id><published>2010-01-25T23:39:00.020-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:30:52.398-02:00</updated><title type='text'>São Paulo - São Vicente EDICÃO ESPECIAL!!!</title><content type='html'>Simmm EDIÇÃO ESPECIIIAALL, coloquei esse título para chamar atenção de vocês leitores que pensar que esse foi só mais um passeio babiker para São Vicente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maioria dos babikers já realizou esse percurso e agora tenho total conhecimento do porque eles sempre o repetem. Mostro a vocês esse passeio com outros olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que comecei a pedalar, sempre disse que esse era meu grande objetivo. Chegar a praia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim Ivan Da Cristal Water que sempre organiza pedais para pessoas que estão começando, organizou um pedal dos podres para a praia PERFEITO!!! &lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para parabenizá-lo por essa iniciativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava marcado para sairmos da academia 6:30h, mas rolou um atraso, mas e dai??? Ninguém estava com pressa mesmo rsrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No começo estava assim...tensa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15JoiLgBGI/AAAAAAAAARU/szksZqEvqVs/s1600-h/P1000552%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15JoiLgBGI/AAAAAAAAARU/szksZqEvqVs/s400/P1000552%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430859161374032994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo o caminho foi ficando interessante. Eu já tinha pedalado pela Rodovia dos Imigrantes, mas nesse dia sabia que meu destino me faria muito muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15KTtr3nqI/AAAAAAAAARc/Q1c-CGcu5jM/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000601%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15KTtr3nqI/AAAAAAAAARc/Q1c-CGcu5jM/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000601%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430859903196962466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15LZan5vwI/AAAAAAAAARs/6SAUnKUKfZA/s1600-h/P1000560%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15LZan5vwI/AAAAAAAAARs/6SAUnKUKfZA/s400/P1000560%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430861100670893826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15KpkUQuBI/AAAAAAAAARk/w_wOrQR1lsI/s1600-h/P1000565%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15KpkUQuBI/AAAAAAAAARk/w_wOrQR1lsI/s400/P1000565%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430860278639147026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradinha para o lachinho e para fotos com os babikersss rsrs...faltou o Weeezzzz mas ele estava lá também me dando a maior força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15L6I55ReI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YZIHusevUhs/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000569%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15L6I55ReI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YZIHusevUhs/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000569%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430861662850205154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15MCSnxHuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6IVqjrpeEcA/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000573%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15MCSnxHuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6IVqjrpeEcA/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000573%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430861802897481442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rafael e Claudinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pseudo-babikers rsrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15MRQWxkvI/AAAAAAAAASE/Zxw_Pw21QTE/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000575%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15MRQWxkvI/AAAAAAAAASE/Zxw_Pw21QTE/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000575%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430862059987374834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allyson e Cuper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aiiii...chegamos na Estrada de Manutenção. A sensação é inexplicável, a visão é linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15OqxuGWzI/AAAAAAAAASM/3-rIHHx0a2Y/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000587%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15OqxuGWzI/AAAAAAAAASM/3-rIHHx0a2Y/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000587%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430864697463561010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15PGVcl2tI/AAAAAAAAASU/9NbqfncvBaI/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000600%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15PGVcl2tI/AAAAAAAAASU/9NbqfncvBaI/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+P1000600%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430865170910272210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Túuuuuneeellll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15PgcOl_SI/AAAAAAAAASc/eC_p0ztjQHw/s1600-h/P1000592%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15PgcOl_SI/AAAAAAAAASc/eC_p0ztjQHw/s400/P1000592%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430865619407207714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com esse dia lindo e muito proprício que chegamos a São Vicente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1907P9-s8I/AAAAAAAAASw/TAW9MNz16tQ/s1600-h/P1000608%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1907P9-s8I/AAAAAAAAASw/TAW9MNz16tQ/s400/P1000608%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431188236879705026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1900PPBd9I/AAAAAAAAASo/AVk16uf1qGc/s1600-h/P1000604%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1900PPBd9I/AAAAAAAAASo/AVk16uf1qGc/s400/P1000604%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431188116423669714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegamos sim uma chuvinha na hora de ir embora, mas nem isso acabou com a minha felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, nem sei se consegui expressar por aqui toda minha felicidade e satisfação, sei que para alguns bikers presentes esse caminho já é conhecido e fácil de realizar, mas pra mim, o que alguns dias atrás me parecia tão distante, hoje está aqui em forma de palavras e imagens, foram 100 km exatos. EU CONSEGUI!!!!! Aliás NÓS conseguimos...tem muita gente envolvida nisso. Obrigada a todos os babikers, Allyson sem palavras...e a cia de domingo. Um dia muito importante e significativo para mim sem dúvida!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2016812693048278419?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2016812693048278419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2016812693048278419' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2016812693048278419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2016812693048278419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/01/sao-paulo-sao-vicente-edicao-especial.html' title='São Paulo - São Vicente EDICÃO ESPECIAL!!!'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05494750053974919897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SzjRA5mzGLI/AAAAAAAAANw/RIGTaOPh3uk/S220/P1000242%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S15JoiLgBGI/AAAAAAAAARU/szksZqEvqVs/s72-c/P1000552%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1590148816656114796</id><published>2010-01-25T15:51:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:32:02.839-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bike Tour'/><title type='text'>A bike da Priscila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais de 6000 &lt;em&gt;nerds&lt;/em&gt; passaram a virada do ano em frente ao computador tentando fazer a inscrição para o &lt;a href="http://www.worldbiketour.net/"&gt;Bike Tour&lt;/a&gt; de São Paulo. O Babiker Wesley foi um deles, com o propósito de conseguir uma bicicleta para sua irmã, Priscila.&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguiu de primeira, mas na última sexta-feira a Pri recebeu um e-mail confirmando que eles tinham conseguido uma das bikes por sorteio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Wezz foi lá com ela buscar a bike, e é lógico que ela teria que ir pedalando pra casa. Eu e o Gerson encontramos os dois no caminho, queríamos participar deste momento tão importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13bEr-QtoI/AAAAAAAACVU/cv9NRGq8qQA/s1600-h/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737599248512642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13bEr-QtoI/AAAAAAAACVU/cv9NRGq8qQA/s400/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além da bike, mochila, capacete e outros equipamentos, a Pri usava a marca registrada da família, a ARRUELINHAAA!!! Igual do Wesley... Muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13bEWJpH6I/AAAAAAAACVM/8RsQ_SUKRV0/s1600-h/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737593390669730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13bEWJpH6I/AAAAAAAACVM/8RsQ_SUKRV0/s400/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontramos perto da minha casa e fomos pedalar nos arredores do laguinho. Na primeira subida a Pri empurrou, e é lógico que eu tinha que tirar foto e colocar aqui, né? Até me lembrou o dia da &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/01/bike-do-henrique.html"&gt;estreia da bike do Henrique&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem nada não... Pra quem não pedalava a 10 anos, eu achei que ela mandou muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13apQAp4PI/AAAAAAAACVE/bf5FBo59yxU/s1600-h/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737127885889778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13apQAp4PI/AAAAAAAACVE/bf5FBo59yxU/s400/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13apErgnII/AAAAAAAACU8/YkHIVtGCVxA/s1600-h/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737124844412034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13apErgnII/AAAAAAAACU8/YkHIVtGCVxA/s400/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao entrar na Belmira Marin, a mensagem no muro dava as boas vindas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13ao-5YqzI/AAAAAAAACU0/9ogfQAD4-8s/s1600-h/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737123291999026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13ao-5YqzI/AAAAAAAACU0/9ogfQAD4-8s/s400/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Belmira foram muitos ônibus... Caminhões, buracos e muitas subidas. Obstáculos que a Pri venceu, um a um. E chegou em casa, de bicicleta nova :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13aovLkrTI/AAAAAAAACUs/6au5AyM5qbY/s1600-h/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430737119073316146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13aovLkrTI/AAAAAAAACUs/6au5AyM5qbY/s400/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a Pri será a próxima Babiker???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1590148816656114796?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1590148816656114796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1590148816656114796' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1590148816656114796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1590148816656114796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/01/bike-da-priscila.html' title='A bike da Priscila'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/S13bEr-QtoI/AAAAAAAACVU/cv9NRGq8qQA/s72-c/Bike_Tour_da_Pri_(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3749725346712002759</id><published>2010-01-18T19:57:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:49:58.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio babiker??? de meninas??? PASSEIO!!!</title><content type='html'>Oi pessoal cá estou eu novamente voltando aos pedais e a postar no blog também...rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo, dia 17/01, marquei com a Tânia, que até então não a conhecia, um pedal urbano, pois os nossos amigos e-bikers resolveram enfrentar as subidas da Estrada dos Romeiros e sugerimos então um passeio paralelo. Tânia muito prazer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo realmente não estava convidativo para pedal, mas para ficar na cama quentinha curtinho um soninhooo hunnnnn....zzzzz....MAAASSS.... com garra e deixando a preguiça de lado, seguimos para o nosso ponto de encontro. Parque das Bicicletas às 8:30h. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei um pouco antecipada e logo em seguida chegou a Tânia. Já estávamos quase saindo quando recebi uma ligação da babiker Bruna dizendo que estava chegando com a babiker Joice Uuhhuuuuu!!!! e assim realizamos mais um pedal de meninas hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1Tf2hRcDWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fcc-C8o2e14/s1600-h/Foto0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1Tf2hRcDWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fcc-C8o2e14/s400/Foto0108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428209578625731938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Parque das Bicicletas, seguimos a Av. Indianópolis até o Jabaquara. Pegamos a Av. Jabaquara indo para  Domingos de Morais, Av. Paulista, Av. Dr. Arnaldo, entramos na avenina da MTV (tbm não me lembro o nome srsrs), Av. Pompéia onde tinha umas descidas legaizinhas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de subir a Sumaré, paramos em uma padaria para comer uma coisinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1TckCi9cyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YF6g7gVPkUc/s1600-h/Foto0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1TckCi9cyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YF6g7gVPkUc/s400/Foto0107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428205962605196066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi um passeio de meninas, claro que comemos só coisas leves, se os rapazes estivessem conosco, provavelmente acabaríamos em uma feira para comer pastel!!! rsrrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1TdI_krmYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/GO9-f9CKznw/s1600-h/Foto0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1TdI_krmYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/GO9-f9CKznw/s400/Foto0106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428206597462268290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subimos então a Sumaré, seguimos sentido Henrique Schauman, pegamos Av. Brasil e encerramos o passeio no parque Ibirapuera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um pedal super gostoso, o total foi em torno de 50km, nada muito forçado pra quem pedala com frequência, o que não é o meu caso NESSE MOMENTO portanto sofri um pouquinho, mas esse sofrimento logo logo acaba rsrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninas valeu pela ciaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1TihgJRaNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IGn0BfruXHA/s1600-h/Foto0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1TihgJRaNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IGn0BfruXHA/s400/Foto0111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428212516080675026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tânia, Joice, Bruna e eu (Raquel)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS: Não temos muitas fotos pq não tinha câmera, somente celular...até que quebrou um galhinho rsrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3749725346712002759?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3749725346712002759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3749725346712002759' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3749725346712002759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3749725346712002759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2010/01/passeio-babiker-de-meninas-passeio.html' title='Passeio babiker??? de meninas??? PASSEIO!!!'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05494750053974919897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SzjRA5mzGLI/AAAAAAAAANw/RIGTaOPh3uk/S220/P1000242%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/S1Tf2hRcDWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fcc-C8o2e14/s72-c/Foto0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-169919881869932352</id><published>2009-12-28T14:27:00.024-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:42:52.066-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio Babiker de Natal 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Edição Especial de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;25 de Dezembro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjjiayUSbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/HHlcy4w70ko/s1600-h/convite+2009+150dpi%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjjiayUSbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/HHlcy4w70ko/s320/convite+2009+150dpi%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420332331985815986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse sim foi o verdadeiro Passeio Babiker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;!! Finalmente conseguimos reunir todos os Babikers, os oito integrantes do grupo estavam presentes para compartilhar esse momento único que é o Natal Babiker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Na sua terceira edição o P.B.N. reuniu 15 pessoas para pedalar por algumas ruas de São Paulo. Foi realmente muito gratificante. Teve até Papai Noel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Aí vão algumas das fotos tiradas por nosso mais novo fotógrafo Allyson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnoJbnMtI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1j0MkVPhap4/s1600-h/P1000233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnoJbnMtI/AAAAAAAAAlk/1j0MkVPhap4/s320/P1000233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420336828452909778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Posto de gasolina do Socorro...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal olha o Gerson fazendo propaganda da Mauá!! Ah, mas, ele estava com a garrafa da FEI...&lt;/span&gt;e foi tudo culpa da Bruna rsrsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnRv6weYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MIhf8vMrdpw/s1600-h/P1000234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnRv6weYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/MIhf8vMrdpw/s320/P1000234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420336443647097218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Avenida das Nações Unidas, indo ao encontro do Jorrrrge, Rafael e Wezz que nos esperavam perto da ponte João Dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnoMF_e3I/AAAAAAAAAls/kldNgTZ1Tck/s1600-h/P1000236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnoMF_e3I/AAAAAAAAAls/kldNgTZ1Tck/s320/P1000236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420336829167532914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnoZhyeEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LkRuhMytf-w/s1600-h/P1000237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnoZhyeEI/AAAAAAAAAl0/LkRuhMytf-w/s320/P1000237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420336832773781570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnoiQ-KWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/J5KzPyeQiGg/s1600-h/P1000235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjnoiQ-KWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/J5KzPyeQiGg/s320/P1000235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420336835119163746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Primeira foto: Rafael e Joice. Segunda foto: Bruna e Wezz e na terceira foto: a Raquel e sua bikequel. Todos no caminho para o Parque do Ibirapuera, nosso ponto de encontro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoEj39Q2I/AAAAAAAAAms/9B07VFTsRcI/s1600-h/P1000243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoEj39Q2I/AAAAAAAAAms/9B07VFTsRcI/s320/P1000243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337316587455330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjn5WN9BMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fr5qDKco8I4/s1600-h/P1000239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjn5WN9BMI/AAAAAAAAAmM/fr5qDKco8I4/s320/P1000239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337123943056578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj_yre7tRI/AAAAAAAAAtU/wSAFRdYbk10/s1600-h/ibirapuera+montagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj_yre7tRI/AAAAAAAAAtU/wSAFRdYbk10/s320/ibirapuera+montagem.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420363397671400722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nas fotos: Jorge, Wezz, Rafael, Juliano, Francisco, Gerson, Papai Noel, Fujita e Allyson. Todos já no Parque do Ibirapuera, agora podemos seguir nosso próximo destino: a casa das Pias Discípulas na Vila Mariana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após subir a escada da nova casa das irmãs e a ótima recepção da irmã Paula algumas fotos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoFezsrLI/AAAAAAAAAnE/3HDgAc-OWpg/s1600-h/P1000247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoFezsrLI/AAAAAAAAAnE/3HDgAc-OWpg/s320/P1000247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337332407282866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joice e Raquel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoFAx4p5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/cvvWPkHtgSU/s1600-h/P1000246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoFAx4p5I/AAAAAAAAAm8/cvvWPkHtgSU/s320/P1000246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337324346615698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bruna, Gerson e Wezz coçando a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoE8ah3oI/AAAAAAAAAm0/vFsOj6qti_g/s1600-h/P1000245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoE8ah3oI/AAAAAAAAAm0/vFsOj6qti_g/s320/P1000245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337323174911618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rafael e Jorge tentando me matar (nesse momento eu estava fazendo pose para a foto por isso não estou com cara de medo..rsrs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6VQQaxYI/AAAAAAAAAs0/c5H97Hi3i9U/s1600-h/P1000249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6VQQaxYI/AAAAAAAAAs0/c5H97Hi3i9U/s320/P1000249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357394588419458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto todos conversavam espalhados pela casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6VLb7TdI/AAAAAAAAAss/DLcYZWcQj-4/s1600-h/feias.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6VLb7TdI/AAAAAAAAAss/DLcYZWcQj-4/s320/feias.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357393294511570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós tentavamos bater uma foto menos feia...é...Não deu certo..huahuahau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoFkPQACI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XjMyRxa153Q/s1600-h/P1000248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoFkPQACI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XjMyRxa153Q/s320/P1000248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337333865021474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wezz no "hospital"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E finalmente, a foto de todos juntos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjongPyDKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7v1stYC-QHY/s1600-h/P1000254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjongPyDKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/7v1stYC-QHY/s320/P1000254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337916909063330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Papai Noel, Fujita, Francisco, Raquel, Olinto, Rafaela, Gerson, Bruna, Joice, Rafael, Jorrrge, Allyson e Wezz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoTzfydKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3T2ptw2n-ik/s1600-h/P1000253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoTzfydKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3T2ptw2n-ik/s320/P1000253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337578479088802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paula, Fujita, Francisco, Raquel, Rafaela, Olinto, Gerson, Bruna, Joice, Rafael, Jorge, Allyson e Wezz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoTU6IXsI/AAAAAAAAAns/zPOcwBPsM6Q/s1600-h/P1000252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoTU6IXsI/AAAAAAAAAns/zPOcwBPsM6Q/s320/P1000252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337570268077762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E a foto Babiker: Raquel, Rafaela, Bruna, Joice, Rafael, Jorge, Wezz e Gerson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de um ótimo refresco continuamos nosso caminho, nesse fomos até a Av. Paulista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzkJZotE6jI/AAAAAAAAAtc/66dRZZfSCPA/s1600-h/natallll+paulista.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzkJZotE6jI/AAAAAAAAAtc/66dRZZfSCPA/s320/natallll+paulista.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420373962544966194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Árvores na Av. Paulista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjon3EGeWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/M4Vhu4AU99w/s1600-h/P1000256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjon3EGeWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/M4Vhu4AU99w/s320/P1000256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337923034085730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 minuto de silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjontXWJLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/XWdNpGEqqcE/s1600-h/P1000255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjontXWJLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/XWdNpGEqqcE/s320/P1000255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337920430449842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoocxMYoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/bC3v35i_qeo/s1600-h/P1000259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjoocxMYoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/bC3v35i_qeo/s320/P1000259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420337933155328642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto passavamos pela Avenida tivemos a honra de pedalar alguns minutos com ela&lt;/span&gt; Maria Bethania!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjnn03Yw3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8kzdL7sZtis/s1600-h/0,,33348631-FMM,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjnn03Yw3I/AAAAAAAAAlc/8kzdL7sZtis/s320/0,,33348631-FMM,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420336822932259698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isso mesmo Maria Bethania minha gente linn_nnda...e vou te falar ela é uma pessoa que gosta de se aventurar pelas ruas...-É isso aí pessoal. FELIZ NATAL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;(Essas foram suas palavras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjo0_jw74I/AAAAAAAAAo0/5lY8YkgBYgc/s1600-h/P1000262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjo0_jw74I/AAAAAAAAAo0/5lY8YkgBYgc/s320/P1000262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420338148652674946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aproveitamos para dar uma passada na Bicicletada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E de lá fomos para nosso ponto final, a pizzaria do Francisco, onde comemoramos o aniversário do Olinto com uma bela pizza de morango com brigadeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj8bZWiGKI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iSZJ4p-gjVA/s1600-h/Yakissoba.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj8bZWiGKI/AAAAAAAAAtE/iSZJ4p-gjVA/s320/Yakissoba.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359699132455074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Logo de cara o Allyson tentou papear com a moça do Yakissoba. Mas, quem pelo visto se deu bem nessa foi o Wesley..huahuah  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6UsPOiKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dFr2NlUvB6I/s1600-h/espera+01.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6UsPOiKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dFr2NlUvB6I/s320/espera+01.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357384919746722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto as pizzas não chegam a gente conversa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjpZeczbnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/DSrsJomblLQ/s1600-h/P1000279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjpZeczbnI/AAAAAAAAAqk/DSrsJomblLQ/s320/P1000279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420338775420268146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu entregando os pratos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj8brs1h6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/2eac4ZWbUvM/s1600-h/pizza.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj8brs1h6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/2eac4ZWbUvM/s320/pizza.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359704057841570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha..Rafa cortando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj8bIwpL4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/BkUwzGlWXHc/s1600-h/Jasmin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj8bIwpL4I/AAAAAAAAAs8/BkUwzGlWXHc/s320/Jasmin.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420359694678568834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jorge e Wezz brincando....Segunto o Jorge aquilo que ele fez é a Jasmin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6UBWXDcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/VbNBplcI8WQ/s1600-h/acaba+em+pizza.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6UBWXDcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/VbNBplcI8WQ/s320/acaba+em+pizza.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357373406940610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos extremamente satisfeitos...E mais uma vez, tudo acabou em pizza!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6URMmUcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/9gOC6Tk37nI/s1600-h/espera.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szj6URMmUcI/AAAAAAAAAsc/9gOC6Tk37nI/s320/espera.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357377660965314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pessoal com preguiça de voltar para casa... Hora da despedida é sempre triste!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjp-OyalVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KMgjg45D3r8/s1600-h/P1000295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjp-OyalVI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KMgjg45D3r8/s320/P1000295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339406871106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gostaria de saber o que esse pessoal viu, olha a cara de alegria!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjp9kg-bfI/AAAAAAAAAsE/xDsX5IqjXmE/s1600-h/P1000292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/Szjp9kg-bfI/AAAAAAAAAsE/xDsX5IqjXmE/s320/P1000292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420339395523669490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parque do Ibirapuera, última foto de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E esse foi nosso Passeio Babiker de Natal!!! Espero que todos gostem da postagem e que todos tenham gostado do passeio...Ano que vem tem mais e tomara que mais pessoas estejam presentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em nome dos Babikers eu agradeço a presença, desejo que todos tenham tido um maravilhoso Natal e que tenham uma bela passagem de ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observações Especiais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A Tia Cota furou novamente o passeio!!Estamos chateados com a senhora!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Esse ano não houve árvores caídas pelo chão.&lt;br /&gt;- Nenhum animal morreu ou foi ferido durante o percurso.&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigada ao nosso fotógrafo natalino Allyson que pode registrar nosso passeio.&lt;br /&gt;- Só que infezmente esse ano não tivemos fotos lindas que parecessem cartões de Natal como foi citado pelo Tony no Natal passado, mas, para tudo existe uma explicação!! rsrsrsr&lt;br /&gt;- E nossos passeios estão ficando cada vez melhores!! No ano passado contamos com a surpreendente participação de Chico Pinheiros e seus filhos e nesse com ela Maria Bethania.. Olha só heim!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pessoal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joice M²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-169919881869932352?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/169919881869932352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=169919881869932352' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/169919881869932352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/169919881869932352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/12/edicao-especial-de-natal-25-de-dezembro.html' title='Passeio Babiker de Natal 2009'/><author><name>Joice Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04980908068462329372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/TKFLUoOUnpI/AAAAAAAAA7A/DeMRCup7lN4/S220/Imag013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SzjjiayUSbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/HHlcy4w70ko/s72-c/convite+2009+150dpi%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2343210028626074001</id><published>2009-12-21T22:36:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:36:46.934-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santos'/><title type='text'>Rota Cicloturística Márcia Prado: São Paulo - Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sábado, 19 de dezembro, foi realizado um evento de teste da &lt;strong&gt;Rota Cicloturística Márcia Prado&lt;/strong&gt;. O caminho inicia na estação Grajaú da CPTM e termina em Santos. Para saber mais sobre o evento, acesse o site &lt;a href="http://ciclobr.com.br/rota_marcia_prado.asp"&gt;CicloBR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que andam dizendo por aí, 850 ciclistas chegaram a Santos neste sábado.&lt;br /&gt;Eu particularmente não gosto desse tipo de passeio organizado de muita gente. Sempre descemos a manutenção "clandestinamente", e óbvio que é mais rápido e é confortável poder escolher nosso próprio caminho. Mas tenho que dar o braço a torcer que dessa vez a organização está de parabéns. 850 pessoas e suas bikes chegaram ao mar, muitos deles não teriam feito isso se não houvesse uma rota organizada. Espero que este teste sirva pra que o caminho torne-se oficial e mais pessoas possam experimentar como é bom pedalar pela estrada de manutenção no meio da Mata Atlântica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começando:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí estamos nós, na balsa. Até o momento nenhuma novidade, já pedalamos pra Santos algumas vezes e por vários caminhos diferentes. Nosso passeio demorou pra começar porque o Losca ficou enroscado na estação de trem. A linha esmeralda da CPTM estava liberada pra ciclistas neste sábado, mas parece que na estação em que ele tentou entrar ninguém sabia disso. Depois de uns telefonemas e do problema resolvido, Losca pegou o trem até o Grajaú e saímos pedalando pela Belmira Marin até a balsa.&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi: Bruna, Wesley, Allyson, Tony, Cleber, Losca, Paulo, Fujita e mais um amigo, e o Dalmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAUCfjoweI/AAAAAAAACF4/g53op-Pd9nA/s1600-h/P1000099an.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417852384789971426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAUCfjoweI/AAAAAAAACF4/g53op-Pd9nA/s400/P1000099an.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: Allyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da segunda balsa tinha muita lama... Isso sujou nossas roupas, deixou nossas bikes barulhentas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAUBwtjyII/AAAAAAAACFw/l6IW7f6iDwU/s1600-h/rota+ciclo+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417852372215122050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAUBwtjyII/AAAAAAAACFw/l6IW7f6iDwU/s400/rota+ciclo+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sampabiketour.blogspot.com/2009/12/rota-cicloturistica-marcia-prado.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos ficamos pontilhados, o que não é um bom negócio considerando que teríamos que voltar de ônibus mais tarde. Em Santos o Cleber precisou comprar outra camiseta, o Wesley usou a dele do avesso e não tivemos problemas pra embarcar com as bikes sujas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT10S6KLI/AAAAAAAACFo/sORlRHwpNK8/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417852167018653874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT10S6KLI/AAAAAAAACFo/sORlRHwpNK8/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos seguindo as placas da rota até chegar na Imigrantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT1eJKZNI/AAAAAAAACFg/T0-kHNngCVk/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417852161072194770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT1eJKZNI/AAAAAAAACFg/T0-kHNngCVk/s400/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra subir da estrada de lama até a Imigrantes, tinha mais lama... Uma escadinha estreita. Todos ajudaram uns aos outros, porque o negócio estava liso. E daí pra frente era só asfalto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT1OopAuI/AAAAAAAACFY/CxMCMsLFCU4/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417852156909257442" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT1OopAuI/AAAAAAAACFY/CxMCMsLFCU4/s400/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interligação (desconfio que erramos essa parte do caminho, mas tudo bem... Deu no mesmo lugar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT1JQHX7I/AAAAAAAACFQ/hA2pZpEC5WA/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417852155464212402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT1JQHX7I/AAAAAAAACFQ/hA2pZpEC5WA/s400/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrando na Estrada de Manutenção, a tenda estava montada pra que cada ciclista preenchesse uma ficha, recebesse orientações sobre a segurança da estrada (imprescindíveis, pois são muitas descidas cobertas de limo) e para que os freios fossem verificados.&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar aí, percebemos que éramos os mais sujos. Na verdade, tinha muito ciclista bem limpinho: escolheram outros caminhos pra acessar a Imigrantes. Veio aquele sentimento de "por que eu não fiz o mesmo?"&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, depois do banho tomado, esse sentimento desapareceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT0k4lEzI/AAAAAAAACFI/BA10JZ6wrHw/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417852145701819186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAT0k4lEzI/AAAAAAAACFI/BA10JZ6wrHw/s400/DSC00761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E adivinhe QUEM foi que precisou de uma regulagem extra no freio... (vergonha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATcXV642I/AAAAAAAACFA/YPldqNGEAC8/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851729749926754" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATcXV642I/AAAAAAAACFA/YPldqNGEAC8/s400/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruções recebidas, descemos a serra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATcKc1o0I/AAAAAAAACE4/YWyVEkJ5Vb8/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851726289281858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATcKc1o0I/AAAAAAAACE4/YWyVEkJ5Vb8/s400/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATb724PGI/AAAAAAAACEw/HOpasphRZyc/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851722371972194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATb724PGI/AAAAAAAACEw/HOpasphRZyc/s400/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATbxJ_xeI/AAAAAAAACEo/psZISn1jJmM/s1600-h/rota+ciclo+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851719499367906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATbxJ_xeI/AAAAAAAACEo/psZISn1jJmM/s400/rota+ciclo+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sampabiketour.blogspot.com/2009/12/rota-cicloturistica-marcia-prado.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Losca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATbS_8FkI/AAAAAAAACEg/IOqyiSUEbsY/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851711404119618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzATbS_8FkI/AAAAAAAACEg/IOqyiSUEbsY/s400/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS9SkaTZI/AAAAAAAACEY/SJ94P182HWk/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851195892583826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS9SkaTZI/AAAAAAAACEY/SJ94P182HWk/s400/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleber e o Wesley, meio cansados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS9NbrOcI/AAAAAAAACEQ/prc5MUoUcvg/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851194513766850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS9NbrOcI/AAAAAAAACEQ/prc5MUoUcvg/s400/DSC00782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sabia que passava ônibus de linha na estrada de manutenção. Foi um desses que deixou a roupa do Wesley desse jeito (deixo pra que ele mesmo conte como foi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS84z6omI/AAAAAAAACEI/U37R8_2Xkms/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851188978295394" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS84z6omI/AAAAAAAACEI/U37R8_2Xkms/s400/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente chegamos na praia! Aí estão as nossas bikes, esperando enquanto devorávamos um pf no quiosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS8YcKeoI/AAAAAAAACEA/_N613VosaEQ/s1600-h/P1000138an.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851180288735874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS8YcKeoI/AAAAAAAACEA/_N613VosaEQ/s400/P1000138an.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: Allyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem me perguntou como é que faz pra colocar as bicicletas no ônibus, aí está a resposta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS8JcMELI/AAAAAAAACD4/Ob_1fGdXg3s/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851176262308018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAS8JcMELI/AAAAAAAACD4/Ob_1fGdXg3s/s400/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou contar uma parte triste da história:&lt;br /&gt;Minha máquina fotográfica que já apresentava problemas a alguns meses, talvez tenha dado seu último suspiro após as fotos acima. Como já é a segunda câmera que destruo em passeios de bike, acho que só devo comprar outra se for um modelo em aço a prova de choques, ou coisa assim.&lt;br /&gt;Mais triste ainda é que o Wesley perdeu sua máquina fotográfica (em perfeito estado) após o pf no quisque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a partir de agora teremos apenas relatos sem fotos no blog dos Babikers??? Quem vai fotografar nosso passeio de Natal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2343210028626074001?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2343210028626074001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2343210028626074001' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2343210028626074001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2343210028626074001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/12/rota-cicloturistica-marcia-prado-sao.html' title='Rota Cicloturística Márcia Prado: São Paulo - Santos'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzAUCfjoweI/AAAAAAAACF4/g53op-Pd9nA/s72-c/P1000099an.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3143570100453178531</id><published>2009-12-14T16:48:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:03:53.119-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Guia de Cicloturismo Estrada Real - Caminho Velho está pronto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyaJMlaXcTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Niy0pV5fJ6Q/s1600-h/Capa+Guia+Estrada+Real+Caminho+Velho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415166451253735730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyaJMlaXcTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Niy0pV5fJ6Q/s320/Capa+Guia+Estrada+Real+Caminho+Velho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finalmente o &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/caminho_do_ouro/cicloturismo_caminho_do_ouro.htm"&gt;Guia de Cicloturismo Estrada Real – Caminho Velho&lt;/a&gt; está em nossas mãos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É com grande alegria que compartilhamos esta novidade, a conclusão deste guia é a realização de um antigo sonho do Olinto que foi possível ser realizado agora, pois nós cicloturistas já somos muitos, e cada vez menos somos encarados como loucos ou pagadores de promessas. Muita gente já percebeu que viajar de bicicleta pode ser uma das melhores formas de viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com este guia propomos uma viagem por um dos caminhos mais antigos do nosso país, que manteve muito de sua originalidade devido ao esquecimento e a desimportância econômica. É um guia de mão dupla, ou seja, tem planilhas nos dois sentidos: Paraty – Ouro Preto e Ouro Preto – Paraty. Ele faz parte de um projeto maior que pretende oferecer vários guias associados para que o cicloturista possa viajar grandes distâncias pelo país. Atualmente já é possível sair do interior de São Paulo fazendo o Caminho da Fé e, na altura de Campos do Jordão, fazer uma grande volta pela Mantiqueira, depois continuar a partir de Aparecida e Guaratinguetá pela Estrada Real até Ouro Preto, em um viagem de cerca de 1.500 km, tudo em cima dos guias do Projeto de Cicloturismo no Brasil.O guia traz perfil altimétrico do caminho, planilhas detalhadas, mapas dos circuitos, mapas detalhados das cidades, bike shops, empresas de ônibus, bancos, onde ficar, onde comer, pontos turísticos, curiosidades de cada localidade, o histórico da Estrada Real, preparação, treinamento, um capítulo sobre a arquitetura que verá pelo caminho e uma entrevista com o criador do Projeto Turístico Estrada Real, Áttila Godoy, ou seja, tudo que o cicloturista precisa saber para realizar o caminho &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/caminho_do_ouro/cicloturismo_caminho_do_ouro_capítulo.htm"&gt;(veja um capítulo inteiro do guia)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quem gosta de imagens, o DVD da Estrada Real traz emocionantes 48 minutos de imagens do caminho. A cada vez que revemos ficamos impressionados com a riqueza e a beleza de nosso país &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/caminho_do_ouro/cicloturismo_caminho_do_ouro_filme.htm"&gt;veja o primeiro dos 13 capítulos do DVD em nossa página&lt;/a&gt; e também o &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/novidades/cicloturismo_mapeamento_estrada_real_fotos1.htm"&gt;mapa e fotos do percurso&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostaríamos de agradecer a todos os leitores e cicloturistas que são os únicos patrocinadores deste projeto. Em especial aqueles que voluntariamente divulgam nosso trabalho por meio de suas listas privadas de mail, suas páginas, blogs, listas de discussão, etc... A todos aqueles que presenteiam amigos e parentes com nossas publicações, aqueles que mostram nossos filmes a pessoas mais jovens e acabam, assim como nós, semeando sonhos de viagem em bicicleta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproveitamos para desejar a todos muita saúde e paz para o novo ano!Um forte abraço a todos e muito obrigado! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rafaela e Olinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(saiba mais em &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/"&gt;http://www.olinto.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS. Neste ano fizemos o lançamento dos guias no Rio de Janeiro com o apoio da Recicloteca. Ficamos estacionados na frente da casa do Eduardo e da Carol. Eles trabalham nesta instituição, são cicloturistas e muito engajados com projetos ecológicos e reciclagem. A partir de então, tomamos o compromisso de fazer os guias sempre com papel reciclado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3143570100453178531?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.olinto.com.br/caminho_do_ouro/cicloturismo_caminho_do_ouro.htm' title='O Guia de Cicloturismo Estrada Real - Caminho Velho está pronto!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3143570100453178531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3143570100453178531' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3143570100453178531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3143570100453178531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-guia-de-cicloturismo-estrada-real.html' title='O Guia de Cicloturismo Estrada Real - Caminho Velho está pronto!'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyaJMlaXcTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Niy0pV5fJ6Q/s72-c/Capa+Guia+Estrada+Real+Caminho+Velho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5267503154540259835</id><published>2009-11-29T11:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:53:42.618-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><title type='text'>BANANA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A banana é uma pseudobaga da bananeira, uma planta herbácea vivaz acaule da família &lt;em&gt;Musaceae&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwvHKGdS0fI/AAAAAAAABzo/VUyn18Bwi2E/s1600/DSC05436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407634753934512626" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwvHKGdS0fI/AAAAAAAABzo/VUyn18Bwi2E/s400/DSC05436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bananas constituem o quarto produto alimentar mais produzido no mundo, a seguir ao arroz, trigo e milho. São cultivadas em 130 países. São originárias do sudeste da Ásia, sendo atualmente cultivadas em praticamente todas as regiões tropicais do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlELYCnx4I/AAAAAAAABzg/qcmZzwe_-Hc/s1600/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927789857687426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlELYCnx4I/AAAAAAAABzg/qcmZzwe_-Hc/s400/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem quatro padrões ou tipos principais de variedades de banana: a banana-prata; a banana-maçã (de tamanho pequeno e mais arredondada), a Cavendish (também conhecida como banana-d'água ou caturra) e a banana-da-terra.&lt;br /&gt;Entre as bananas de mesa contamos as variedades maçã, ouro, prata e nanica. Esta última deve o seu nome ao porte da bananeira sendo, na verdade, uma banana de grande dimensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD6OTpC6I/AAAAAAAABzY/Cy7yDLOWCLI/s1600/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927495186942882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD6OTpC6I/AAAAAAAABzY/Cy7yDLOWCLI/s400/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banana é o segundo fruto mais produzido e consumido no Brasil, ainda que ocupe apenas 0,87% do total das despesas de alimentação dos brasileiros em geral (daí a expressão "a preço de banana" para referir que algo é pouco dispendioso).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD5-U-rkI/AAAAAAAABzQ/X81Q3bbalGc/s1600/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927490897587778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD5-U-rkI/AAAAAAAABzQ/X81Q3bbalGc/s400/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Propriedades nutricionais&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;A banana apresenta boas quantidades de vitaminas do complexo B, vitaminas C e é ótima fonte de potássio.&lt;br /&gt;Valor calórico: 100 gramas de banana prata fornecem 89 calorias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Propriedades medicinais&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Por ser rica em potássio, ajuda a evitar e a regular a hipertensão arterial. As bananas maduras são eficientes para controlar a diarreia, ajudam no sono e melhoram o humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD5qrxAzI/AAAAAAAABzI/sOAHy4BRqDQ/s1600/DSC06400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927485624451890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD5qrxAzI/AAAAAAAABzI/sOAHy4BRqDQ/s400/DSC06400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja agora alguns depoimentos verídicos de pessoas de várias regiões do Brasil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A banana é fácil de descascar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gerson, São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD5mJIqUI/AAAAAAAABzA/SMJ8xHN9mEw/s1600/DSC06511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927484405459266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD5mJIqUI/AAAAAAAABzA/SMJ8xHN9mEw/s400/DSC06511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"É bom em salada de fruta!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wesley, São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD5c5qCDI/AAAAAAAABy4/AY3ha1JeGUM/s1600/DSC06696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927481924618290" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlD5c5qCDI/AAAAAAAABy4/AY3ha1JeGUM/s400/DSC06696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Repositor de energia de pessoas financeiramente menos favorecidas."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jorge, São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDjffMwYI/AAAAAAAAByw/8U6Xs4dmRGI/s1600/DSC06758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927104661832066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDjffMwYI/AAAAAAAAByw/8U6Xs4dmRGI/s400/DSC06758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bom pra comer com farinha d'água*."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raquel, São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDjMjkDqI/AAAAAAAAByo/_ntX758szTA/s1600/DSC08576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927099579862690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDjMjkDqI/AAAAAAAAByo/_ntX758szTA/s400/DSC08576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bom, nós adoramos banana. Diz que é ótimo repositor de sais e nós costumamos fazer uma vitamina com leite, gelo e açúcar mascavo logo que chegamos do pedal. É tiro e queda! Mata a sede e revigora. Concordo que é fácil de descascar e essa é uma das vantagens que a tornam minha fruta preferida :D&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a essa coisa de menos favorecidos, só se for no nosso país tropical... vai comprar banana fora dos trópicos pra ver o quanto custa... Acho que o Lance Armstrong deve comer outra coisa mais barata que isso... hahahaha."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rafaela, Timburi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDi4uF8uI/AAAAAAAAByg/xszJeESh77E/s1600/DSC08589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927094255317730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDi4uF8uI/AAAAAAAAByg/xszJeESh77E/s400/DSC08589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A banana é portátil e sua embalagam é biodegradável."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bruna, São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDiiD2B9I/AAAAAAAAByY/8EKjsja77as/s1600/DSC08714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927088172533714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDiiD2B9I/AAAAAAAAByY/8EKjsja77as/s400/DSC08714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...além de ser a fonte de potássio mais em conta que existe. Até onde eu sei a dúzia de bananas é mais barata que a dúzia de coca colas."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rafael, São Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDislBqLI/AAAAAAAAByQ/h2HjLhY_07w/s1600/DSC08715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406927090996062386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwlDislBqLI/AAAAAAAAByQ/h2HjLhY_07w/s400/DSC08715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"As crianças adoram quando tem torta de banana em casa"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tia Cota, Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fontes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banana"&gt;Wikipédia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seagri.ce.gov.br/siga/frutas_na_alimentacao.pdf"&gt;Seagri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Farinha d'água&lt;/strong&gt; é uma farinha tipicamente nordestina, ela é mais grossa, mais amarela e acredite, mais saborosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-5267503154540259835?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5267503154540259835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=5267503154540259835' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5267503154540259835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5267503154540259835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/11/banana.html' title='BANANA!'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwvHKGdS0fI/AAAAAAAABzo/VUyn18Bwi2E/s72-c/DSC05436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-557127166187800069</id><published>2009-11-15T09:46:00.026-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:34:37.804-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost bike'/><title type='text'>Uma Ghost Bike e uma Ghost Vassoura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia 26 de outubro um ônibus atropelou e matou um ciclista e um gari que estavam no canteiro central da Av. Robert Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, 14 de novembro, os familiares de &lt;strong&gt;Fernando Martins Couto&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Antônio Ribeiro&lt;/strong&gt; prestaram uma homenagem no local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida é um fato triste... Mas transformar a tristeza em esperança e alerta é o que precisa ser feito. Por isso uma bicicleta e uma vassoura brancas foram penduradas no local, e permanecerão ali para que todos lembrem do incidente*.&lt;br /&gt;Existem bicicletas brancas, ou &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghostbikes.org/"&gt;ghost bikes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, em diversos países, homenageando ciclistas que foram vítimas to trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqa157_eI/AAAAAAAABwA/fFXByaF5_H0/s1600-h/Ghostb+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404366193479646690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqa157_eI/AAAAAAAABwA/fFXByaF5_H0/s400/Ghostb+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garis e ciclistas participaram da colocação da bicicleta e da pintura do asfalto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqSTCJVbI/AAAAAAAABv4/V8r8vUolcoA/s1600-h/DSC04257-800-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404366046679881138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqSTCJVbI/AAAAAAAABv4/V8r8vUolcoA/s400/DSC04257-800-500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://blig.ig.com.br/freeride/"&gt;Willian Cruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqSGDQGrI/AAAAAAAABvw/60KRvhqMvkc/s1600-h/DSC04260-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404366043194858162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqSGDQGrI/AAAAAAAABvw/60KRvhqMvkc/s400/DSC04260-800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://blig.ig.com.br/freeride/"&gt;Willian Cruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos uma oração ao redor da bicicleta e da vassoura, um momento muito emocionante para as famílias e para todos os presentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqR2QMUxI/AAAAAAAABvo/vTvhhgY1zbo/s1600-h/Ghostb+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404366038954169106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqR2QMUxI/AAAAAAAABvo/vTvhhgY1zbo/s400/Ghostb+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de quem é essa bicicleta, mas ela diz tudo aquilo que queríamos dizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqRtpzWRI/AAAAAAAABvg/twQOyR7Aidg/s1600-h/Ghostb+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404366036645665042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqRtpzWRI/AAAAAAAABvg/twQOyR7Aidg/s400/Ghostb+(4).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois pegamos as nossas e fomos embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqRQQUItI/AAAAAAAABvY/On5fQJtImCw/s1600-h/Ghostb+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404366028754133714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqRQQUItI/AAAAAAAABvY/On5fQJtImCw/s400/Ghostb+(5).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; INCIDENTE, pois acredito que a palavra acidente não é aplicável em determinadas circunstâncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-557127166187800069?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/557127166187800069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=557127166187800069' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/557127166187800069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/557127166187800069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-ghost-bike-e-uma-ghost-vassoura.html' title='Uma Ghost Bike e uma Ghost Vassoura'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SwAqa157_eI/AAAAAAAABwA/fFXByaF5_H0/s72-c/Ghostb+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-627289883687891481</id><published>2009-11-03T19:05:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:05:00.122-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timburi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafaela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olinto'/><title type='text'>Feriado em Timburi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste fim de semana com feriado visitamos &lt;strong&gt;Timburi&lt;/strong&gt;, uma cidadezinha perto de Ipaussu, terra do &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/"&gt;Olinto&lt;/a&gt;. Cinco horas de viagem separam os Babikers paulistanos deste lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Era pra ser um grande passeio Babiker, mas por motivos familiares e outros motivos ainda desconhecidos, apenas eu e o Gerson fomos até lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos na tarde de sábado, e após uma demonstração da cozinha maravilhosa do motor home, descemos até o Redondo para remar. E à noite ainda fizemos um churrasco, humm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7pJCJhcI/AAAAAAAABlk/ZclWl-X8wLg/s1600-h/Timburi+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881531202831810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7pJCJhcI/AAAAAAAABlk/ZclWl-X8wLg/s400/Timburi+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7lX8rsFI/AAAAAAAABlc/YvrZuev7nS4/s1600-h/Timburi+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881466486960210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7lX8rsFI/AAAAAAAABlc/YvrZuev7nS4/s400/Timburi+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7lIoZsxI/AAAAAAAABlU/myKUxbbOy0o/s1600-h/Timburi+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881462375363346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7lIoZsxI/AAAAAAAABlU/myKUxbbOy0o/s400/Timburi+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo, depois do café da manhã, saímos para pedalar. Ou será que foi pra empurrar a bike? Nosso plano era chegar até uma pedra, pedra do trem, que víamos de longe, da estrada de asfalto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7k_Up32I/AAAAAAAABlM/29GYJv6Khjo/s1600-h/Timburi+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881459876618082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7k_Up32I/AAAAAAAABlM/29GYJv6Khjo/s400/Timburi+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá vendo aquela estradinha que passa entre as duas pedras? É pra lá que nós fomos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7kqxKcCI/AAAAAAAABlE/mVcApFkIL8U/s1600-h/Timburi+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881454359048226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7kqxKcCI/AAAAAAAABlE/mVcApFkIL8U/s400/Timburi+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7kupU8yI/AAAAAAAABk8/ZTzlt8OTiwk/s1600-h/Timburi+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881455399924514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7kupU8yI/AAAAAAAABk8/ZTzlt8OTiwk/s400/Timburi+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o Olinto não sabia direito como chegar lá e acabamos entrando em uma fazenda onde a estrada não era pedalável. O pessoal de moto nos aconselhou a não seguir. Mas o pessoal da fazenda aconselhou a seguir e ver uma nascente de água cristalina dentro da mata... E dali pra frente a estrada de volta para a cidade seria boa. Assim fizemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7UMAxpAI/AAAAAAAABkk/ijArwtrUEDc/s1600-h/Timburi+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881171225125890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7UMAxpAI/AAAAAAAABkk/ijArwtrUEDc/s400/Timburi+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7UhwIDxI/AAAAAAAABk0/oNyo2CYJjV0/s1600-h/Timburi+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881177060871954" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7UhwIDxI/AAAAAAAABk0/oNyo2CYJjV0/s400/Timburi+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7UePs7xI/AAAAAAAABks/JKfR0VBwhLQ/s1600-h/Timburi+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881176119570194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7UePs7xI/AAAAAAAABks/JKfR0VBwhLQ/s400/Timburi+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descemos bastante entre pedras e mato crescido, muitas vezes empurrando a bike. Chagamos a um riacho geladinho, delicioso, e paramos pra almoçar. Já de barriga cheia, constatamos que a tal nascente era tão no meio do mato que mal dava pra ver. Ficou até uma dúvida se aquele seria o lugar certo. Mas era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7T6MKViI/AAAAAAAABkc/Zusf2xjMBhg/s1600-h/Timburi+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881166441043490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7T6MKViI/AAAAAAAABkc/Zusf2xjMBhg/s400/Timburi+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na volta a estrada era realmente boa, mas o que não nos contaram é que pra chegar até ela tínhamos que cruzar um pasto enorme morro acima. Dessa vez até o Gerson empurrou a bike. O sol castigava... Mas a paisagem era bonita, maravilhosamente bonita, e parecíamos tão pequenos aos pés de todas aquelas pedras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7TwvI9qI/AAAAAAAABkU/JA9YvXrB7F0/s1600-h/Timburi+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399881163903399586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7TwvI9qI/AAAAAAAABkU/JA9YvXrB7F0/s400/Timburi+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_-XL5iI/AAAAAAAABkM/B67r9XVs1tw/s1600-h/Timburi+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399880823963641378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_-XL5iI/AAAAAAAABkM/B67r9XVs1tw/s400/Timburi+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na única sombra disponível, descansamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_rdQscI/AAAAAAAABkE/5lzwYlxRMuk/s1600-h/Timburi+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399880818888847810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_rdQscI/AAAAAAAABkE/5lzwYlxRMuk/s400/Timburi+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tinha muito o que subir. O Gerson empurrou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_vkQ_CI/AAAAAAAABj8/3FbsyZAgo3k/s1600-h/Timburi+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399880819991968802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_vkQ_CI/AAAAAAAABj8/3FbsyZAgo3k/s400/Timburi+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_WwhPRI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZwdAJ_dD62Q/s1600-h/Timburi+(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399880813332479250" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_WwhPRI/AAAAAAAABj0/ZwdAJ_dD62Q/s400/Timburi+(16).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é porque viemos lá de baixo, daquela matinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_RDTLRI/AAAAAAAABjs/Wq1nWGTJS7E/s1600-h/Timburi+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399880811800636690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA6_RDTLRI/AAAAAAAABjs/Wq1nWGTJS7E/s400/Timburi+(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com algumas dificuldades, cruzamos esta parte do caminho e atingimos a estrada, onde aí sim foi possível pedalar até a sorveteria mais próxima!!!&lt;br /&gt;Da próxima vez não esqueçam: vamos pedalar até a fazenda Himalaia, deixar as bikes na parte de cima do pasto e descer a pé... Assim dá certo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda-feira pudemos remar mais um pouco e ficar descansando, pra depois voltar pra casa. Que pena, acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-627289883687891481?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/627289883687891481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=627289883687891481' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/627289883687891481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/627289883687891481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/11/feriado-em-timburi.html' title='Feriado em Timburi'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SvA7pJCJhcI/AAAAAAAABlk/ZclWl-X8wLg/s72-c/Timburi+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6936514840220609486</id><published>2009-10-20T09:21:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:30:18.513-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/St2dOnvnGjI/AAAAAAAABaE/I2DXoqvM3u0/s1600-h/calvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394640803172129330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/St2dOnvnGjI/AAAAAAAABaE/I2DXoqvM3u0/s400/calvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.wde.com.br/bike/passeios.htm"&gt;http://www.wde.com.br/bike/passeios.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6936514840220609486?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6936514840220609486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6936514840220609486' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6936514840220609486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6936514840220609486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/10/calvin.html' title='Calvin'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/St2dOnvnGjI/AAAAAAAABaE/I2DXoqvM3u0/s72-c/calvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6628624304440323816</id><published>2009-09-30T08:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:15:48.154-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilha do Bororé'/><title type='text'>Volta do Elo Perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No último domingo, &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;Gerson&lt;/strong&gt; saímos pra pedalar com o &lt;strong&gt;Aluizio&lt;/strong&gt;. Ele entra no trabalho às 11h, portanto tinha que ser um pedal rápido e cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Decidimos fazer uma volta pela estrada que começa ao lado do terminal Varginha e termina entre a primeira e a segunda balsa da Ilha do Bororé. Para ver o caminho percorrido &lt;a href="http://www.bikely.com/maps/bike-path/Volta-do-Elo-Perdido"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;. As estradas são bem tranquilas e bonitas, eu recomendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após um trecho de asfalto, chegamos na estrada de terra e paramos devido a um furo no pneu da bicicleta do Aluizio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkdZ3c9eI/AAAAAAAABKk/QhpQ_7EzmR0/s1600-h/Elo+perdido.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387260035587700194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkdZ3c9eI/AAAAAAAABKk/QhpQ_7EzmR0/s400/Elo+perdido.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkWsqL4ZI/AAAAAAAABKc/uzhkdWHXfjw/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259920373244306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkWsqL4ZI/AAAAAAAABKc/uzhkdWHXfjw/s400/Elo+perdido+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkWf8u45I/AAAAAAAABKU/cBstCjvB-O8/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259916961375122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkWf8u45I/AAAAAAAABKU/cBstCjvB-O8/s400/Elo+perdido+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Aluizio sabe trocar pneu muito bem... Minutos mais tarde: POOUUU. Uma câmara estourada. O Gerson remendou e continuamos o passeio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkVyMyhlI/AAAAAAAABKM/WJ0TRNTE44k/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259904680691282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkVyMyhlI/AAAAAAAABKM/WJ0TRNTE44k/s400/Elo+perdido+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por que esse título, &lt;strong&gt;Volta do Elo Perdido&lt;/strong&gt;? Lá pelo km 15, ouvimos algo inesperado. O rugido de um dinossauro vinha de dentro da mata. Era um barulho estranho e desconhecido. Apesar da curiosidade, não paramos pra ver o que era, pois o Aluizio lembrou daqueles filmes em que o curioso sempre se ferra...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que era Tiranossauro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkVj4ZmFI/AAAAAAAABKE/67sCDMAKNZQ/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259900837075026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkVj4ZmFI/AAAAAAAABKE/67sCDMAKNZQ/s400/Elo+perdido+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte:&lt;/strong&gt; http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2007/12/19/images/restlessplanet.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois vimos umas plantas aquáticas pré-históricas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkVOV1dxI/AAAAAAAABJ8/V0-yVBkIOwQ/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259895054956306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkVOV1dxI/AAAAAAAABJ8/V0-yVBkIOwQ/s400/Elo+perdido+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito estranho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkIP_xZWI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LhvmHZj4l_I/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259672160986466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkIP_xZWI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LhvmHZj4l_I/s400/Elo+perdido+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao caminho de costume, passamos pela balsa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkHsm5OJI/AAAAAAAABJs/FzKCymJ1uY8/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259662661400722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkHsm5OJI/AAAAAAAABJs/FzKCymJ1uY8/s400/Elo+perdido+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... onde o Aluizio nos proporcionou um típico "dia de balseiro", com direito a água de coco geladinha e natação na Billings. Beleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkHcM0FOI/AAAAAAAABJk/H8B8_f6GuMQ/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259658257044706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkHcM0FOI/AAAAAAAABJk/H8B8_f6GuMQ/s400/Elo+perdido+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkGu_IfOI/AAAAAAAABJU/-85CcWoFO4k/s1600-h/Elo+perdido+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387259646120066274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkGu_IfOI/AAAAAAAABJU/-85CcWoFO4k/s400/Elo+perdido+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às 10 horas todos estavam em casa e ainda sobrou tempo pra uma dormidinha antes do almoço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6628624304440323816?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6628624304440323816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6628624304440323816' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6628624304440323816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6628624304440323816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/09/volta-do-elo-perdido.html' title='Volta do Elo Perdido'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SsNkdZ3c9eI/AAAAAAAABKk/QhpQ_7EzmR0/s72-c/Elo+perdido.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-247943625125074971</id><published>2009-09-17T09:21:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:36:45.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Era para ser apenas um passeio Babiker de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas não ficou só nisso. No ano passado organizamos o &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/12/passeio-de-natal-babikers.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2º Passeio de Natal Babikers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Dessa vez o Olinto não pode ir, mas tínhamos convidado um grande amigo nosso, que também faz aniversário em dezembro, o Francisco, e como já estava tudo combinado passamos na pizzaria para encontrá-lo. Ele decidiu pedalar um pouco conosco, até a casa das irmãs Pias Discípulas. Nesse caminho, conheceu o Éber, que é ultramaratonista e pedalava conosco; comentou com ele que estava se preparando para atravessar o Brasil de bike, de Oiapoque ao Chuí. Na hora o Éber recomendou que ele procurasse o &lt;a href="http://ultramaratonistacd.wordpress.com/"&gt;Carlos Dias&lt;/a&gt;, que também é ultramaratonista e fez o mesmo percurso, só que correndo!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382410829885332354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SrIqIe6H24I/AAAAAAAAATo/2h3SKyZAcLI/s320/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foto ilustre do passeio de Natal - o Éber é o de capacete amarelo, e o Francisco o de camisa azul, com o óculos pendurado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Passados alguns dias o Francisco foi procurar o Carlos, e depois de algumas conversas por telefone se conheceram pessoalmente. Para encurtar a história, o Carlos estava se preparando para um novo desafio, atravessar os Estados Unidos, correndo de NY a S. Francisco. Ele tinha várias opções para apoio durante o percurso, chegou até a cogitar ser acompanhado por um motor home, mas acabou optando por um “ciclista de apoio”. E adivinhem quem ele convidou?!!! Isso mesmo, nosso amigo Francisco! No dia 05/09 eles começaram a viagem em New York, no Brasilian Day. Na medida do possível eles estão atualizando o &lt;a href="http://ultramaratonistacd.wordpress.com/"&gt;blog do Carlos&lt;/a&gt;. É só clicar para conferir e deixar um recado para eles (para viabilizar a viagem eles estão "vendendo" quilômetros, mais informações no blog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era para ser só um passeio Babiker acabou nessa incrível aventura... e o Francisco, menino que passou fome na Paraíba, ganhou a vida em São Paulo e agora está pedalando pelo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382411989831093778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SrIrMACvjhI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z0j_5uilRWk/s320/dsc01474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-247943625125074971?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/247943625125074971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=247943625125074971' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/247943625125074971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/247943625125074971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/09/mas-nao-ficou-so-nisso.html' title='Era para ser apenas um passeio Babiker de Natal'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SrIqIe6H24I/AAAAAAAAATo/2h3SKyZAcLI/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6672402454734690177</id><published>2009-09-16T17:23:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:23:00.101-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure Sports Fair'/><title type='text'>Babikers na Adventure Sports Fair 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas pessoas elogiaram a &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/09/cicloturismo-encontro-babiker.html"&gt;postagem do Wesley sobre a palestra no Sesc Ipiranga&lt;/a&gt;... Mas ele é tímido e não quis postar de novo, então aqui estou eu para escrever sobre o mega passeio Babiker do último fim de semana: Adventure Sports Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total de Babikers presentes: 7 (só faltou a Joice)&lt;br /&gt;Total de bicicletas envolvidas: 0 (zero)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu, Gerson&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Wesley&lt;/strong&gt; íamos pra lá de bicicleta, mas de repente o &lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt; e a &lt;strong&gt;Daniela&lt;/strong&gt; apareceram de carro lá em casa... Estragaram tudo. Mas tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como no ano passado, &lt;strong&gt;Olinto e Rafaela&lt;/strong&gt; estavam lá, expondo seus livros e cenas das viagens... Só que dessa vez o próprio &lt;em&gt;Motor Home&lt;/em&gt; ficou dentro da feira. Legal... Era o estande mais simpático de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrETB9UwyCI/AAAAAAAABDA/n2GzLsTrLmM/s1600-h/Adv+Sp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382103954046896162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrETB9UwyCI/AAAAAAAABDA/n2GzLsTrLmM/s400/Adv+Sp.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEG8foEWXI/AAAAAAAABCQ/QtAIjIcsqIg/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090666035927410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEG8foEWXI/AAAAAAAABCQ/QtAIjIcsqIg/s400/Adv+Sp+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já no lado de fora da feira, colocaram alguns carros pra fazer &lt;em&gt;test drive&lt;/em&gt;. A &lt;strong&gt;Raquel&lt;/strong&gt;, machoooo, dirigiu um deles. Já o &lt;strong&gt;Allyson&lt;/strong&gt;, me disseram que não teve coragem. Será verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEG76A-KsI/AAAAAAAABCI/c2ETrYcWZTg/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090655939832514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEG76A-KsI/AAAAAAAABCI/c2ETrYcWZTg/s400/Adv+Sp+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bobos todos quiseram tirar foto com os helicópteros. Aposto que vão colocar no orkut, com a legenda "eu e minha nave", rsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEG7X0VBBI/AAAAAAAABCA/Rh1qZecAdTc/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090646759998482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEG7X0VBBI/AAAAAAAABCA/Rh1qZecAdTc/s400/Adv+Sp+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEG7LIMz8I/AAAAAAAABB4/eXlgz0X4oF0/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090643353685954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEG7LIMz8I/AAAAAAAABB4/eXlgz0X4oF0/s400/Adv+Sp+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGycAvZ9I/AAAAAAAABBw/vSZtO2tkJmM/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090493266978770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGycAvZ9I/AAAAAAAABBw/vSZtO2tkJmM/s400/Adv+Sp+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizaram um duelo de sorrisos em um dos estandes. Quem sorrisse primeiro faria a máquina fotográfica disparar e perderia. Acompanhe os duelos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge x Gerson. Vitória do Jorge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGx4A1eBI/AAAAAAAABBg/Px3fLe0YIDQ/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090483603699730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGx4A1eBI/AAAAAAAABBg/Px3fLe0YIDQ/s400/Adv+Sp+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge x Wesley. Mais uma vitória do Jorge!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGxciu_WI/AAAAAAAABBY/L0UFqui30Do/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090476229688674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGxciu_WI/AAAAAAAABBY/L0UFqui30Do/s400/Adv+Sp+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... O Rafael é imbatível! Podia ser campeão mundial nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGxFRCoXI/AAAAAAAABBQ/sX7Xg3VplWc/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090469981462898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGxFRCoXI/AAAAAAAABBQ/sX7Xg3VplWc/s400/Adv+Sp+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí não deu... Né Jorge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGj4VinhI/AAAAAAAABBI/SNaJByjGFxQ/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090243172376082" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGj4VinhI/AAAAAAAABBI/SNaJByjGFxQ/s400/Adv+Sp+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge, Bruna, Rafaela, Rafael. Gerson, Claudinha, Wesley&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGjV-WFAI/AAAAAAAABBA/ucyyyzaBnPk/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090233948279810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGjV-WFAI/AAAAAAAABBA/ucyyyzaBnPk/s400/Adv+Sp+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gerson, de quem é essa bicicleta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGiwzYRUI/AAAAAAAABA4/-hkIUXfY78c/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090223970174274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGiwzYRUI/AAAAAAAABA4/-hkIUXfY78c/s400/Adv+Sp+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, bem mais tarde, fomos comer uma pizza.&lt;br /&gt;O Wesley parecia feliz. Comeu limão, pediu telefone do garçom, ligou pro garçom da máquina de redeshop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGiUu4yaI/AAAAAAAABAw/d8zkk6zGU7c/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090216435141026" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGiUu4yaI/AAAAAAAABAw/d8zkk6zGU7c/s400/Adv+Sp+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi só isso... &lt;strong&gt;TCHAU PINGUINS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGiG0RTaI/AAAAAAAABAo/ssZ9skpJKRE/s1600-h/Adv+Sp+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090212699622818" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrEGiG0RTaI/AAAAAAAABAo/ssZ9skpJKRE/s400/Adv+Sp+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6672402454734690177?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6672402454734690177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6672402454734690177' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6672402454734690177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6672402454734690177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/09/babikers-na-adventure-sports-fair-2009.html' title='Babikers na Adventure Sports Fair 2009'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SrETB9UwyCI/AAAAAAAABDA/n2GzLsTrLmM/s72-c/Adv+Sp.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6319706302500717927</id><published>2009-09-10T14:18:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:18:12.073-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Paulo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedal Cultural'/><title type='text'>Pedal Cultural - Nos Trilhos do Trem das Onze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Agora não preciso mais de condução&lt;br /&gt;Moro e trabalho aqui mesmo no meu bairro&lt;br /&gt;Jaçanã&lt;br /&gt;Mas sofri uma grande decepção quando disseram&lt;br /&gt;Vá lá embaixo ver, tão derrubando a nossa estação&lt;br /&gt;Fui lá vê se era verdade&lt;br /&gt;E era"…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pincharam a Estação no Chão – Adoniran Barbosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDfniY4CI/AAAAAAAAA24/GYhAvCiSqvc/s1600-h/TremDas11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379835071594815522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDfniY4CI/AAAAAAAAA24/GYhAvCiSqvc/s400/TremDas11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira, 7 de setembro, foi realizado o &lt;a href="http://www.bicicletada.org/Cultural_2009"&gt;Pedal Cultural 2009&lt;/a&gt;, que reuniu mais de 60 ciclistas (&lt;a href="http://www.bikemap.net/route/308512"&gt;veja o percurso&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;E estávamos lá! &lt;strong&gt;Jorrrge&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gerson&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;, representando os Babikers.&lt;br /&gt;Como bons Babikers, chegamos atrasados. Como um trem, o passeio começou no horário. Sorte que encontramos o &lt;strong&gt;Mig&lt;/strong&gt; na Av. Paulista, também atrasado. O Jorge já conhecia o Mig, coincidência. Alcançamos o passeio e seguimos, pelos locais onde passava o trilho do Trem das Onze cantado por Adoniran Barbosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDfViy27I/AAAAAAAAA2w/2eO8HGrYpEo/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379835066764680114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDfViy27I/AAAAAAAAA2w/2eO8HGrYpEo/s400/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE estava lá! O responsável pela nossa ida neste passeio, o famoso, &lt;a href="http://pedalante.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedalante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Até que enfim nos conhecemos pessoalmente! Mas como ele é quase tão misterioso como o &lt;a href="http://www.paginadosilviosantos.com/pags/lombardi.htm"&gt;Lombardi&lt;/a&gt;, não irei mostrar seu rosto. Deixo apenas esta foto abaixo, pequena e distante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDZMN8KRI/AAAAAAAAA2o/33sNWcBZfWU/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379834961182075154" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDZMN8KRI/AAAAAAAAA2o/33sNWcBZfWU/s400/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDYsFf2xI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-bSYcjxANzs/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379834952556731154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDYsFf2xI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-bSYcjxANzs/s400/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos pelo parque da Juventude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDYTSb0sI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/vfQmzsUyY_s/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379834945900106434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDYTSb0sI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/vfQmzsUyY_s/s400/DSC00431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://xupakavraz.wordpress.com/"&gt;XpK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (o maquinista), &lt;strong&gt;Babikers&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://falansterios.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aragonez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (de acordo com Pedalante: "O Bike repórter Felipe Aragonéz").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDYO3vRoI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/igPn7-EZwfA/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379834944714393218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDYO3vRoI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/igPn7-EZwfA/s400/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das antigas paradas do trem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nós, o passeio acabou no Horto Florestal. Como é "um pouquinho" longe da nossa casa, achamos melhor não voltar muito tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 de setembro de 2010 tem outro? Quem vai???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDXr38RnI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lptT0LOre7U/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379834935320004210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDXr38RnI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lptT0LOre7U/s400/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6319706302500717927?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6319706302500717927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6319706302500717927' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6319706302500717927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6319706302500717927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/09/pedal-cultural-nos-trilhos-do-trem-das.html' title='Pedal Cultural - Nos Trilhos do Trem das Onze'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqkDfniY4CI/AAAAAAAAA24/GYhAvCiSqvc/s72-c/TremDas11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-4782705180700191340</id><published>2009-09-06T18:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:46:17.689-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embu-Guaçu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenbikers'/><title type='text'>Mistério na Maratona Greenbikers</title><content type='html'>Mistério:&lt;br /&gt;Durante a &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/08/maratona-greenbikers-de-mtb.html"&gt;Maratona Greenbikers&lt;/a&gt;, tiramos estas fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia uma placa no poste indicando o caminho... Mas esta placa estava atrapalhando os atletas, pois exatamente neste ponto havia uma bifurcação: categoria principal pra esquerda, categoria aventura pra direita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqQq3NvRpMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/81F3iNDqOhU/s1600-h/misterio1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqQq3NvRpMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/81F3iNDqOhU/s400/misterio1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378470983056336066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja a plaquinha mais de perto (foto ampliada):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqQq2ncVAZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ce-OpL2ETAg/s1600-h/misterio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqQq2ncVAZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/ce-OpL2ETAg/s400/misterio2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378470972776317330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu resolvi tirar a placa. Pulei e arranquei do poste com um tapa, e a placa despedaçou um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo, a foto da placa caída. &lt;strong&gt;Mas a seta não apontava pro outro lado???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqQq2dapVQI/AAAAAAAAAvA/RKJ_YULVYBs/s1600-h/misterio3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqQq2dapVQI/AAAAAAAAAvA/RKJ_YULVYBs/s400/misterio3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378470970084906242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me explica essa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-4782705180700191340?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/4782705180700191340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=4782705180700191340' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4782705180700191340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4782705180700191340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/09/misterio-na-maratona-greenbikers.html' title='Mistério na Maratona Greenbikers'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SqQq3NvRpMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/81F3iNDqOhU/s72-c/misterio1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5621418059288092074</id><published>2009-09-05T00:23:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:27:29.173-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cicloturismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terra do Fogo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafaela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olinto'/><title type='text'>Cicloturismo + Encontro Babiker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sábado, 29 de Agosto de 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fomos a palestra de lançamento do DVD do Olinto e Rafaela sobre a última viagem do casal: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qn-WL8Nm5S8"&gt;“BARILOCHE à TERRA DO FOGO”&lt;/a&gt; no Sesc Ipiranga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de eu o Jorge e a Bruna chegarmos atrasados  na palestra por causa do atraso dos supostos homens que se atrasaram para chegar no ponto de encontro, fomos pedalando até o Sesc Ipiranga seguindo o &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=av+interlagos&amp;amp;daddr=R.+Bom+Pastor,+822+-+Ipiranga,+sao+Paulo+-+SP,+Brasil&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;dirflg=w&amp;amp;sll=-23.682689,-46.690242&amp;amp;sspn=0.091808,0.180416&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=12"&gt;trajeto indicado&lt;/a&gt; pelo Google Maps, que ajudou e atrapalhou ao mesmo tempo, ajudou porque ninguém sabia ir até lá pedalando por ruas menos movimentadas, e atrapalhou porque como eu fiz o trajeto “a pé” no google, pegamos algumas ruas contra mão.. hehe mas até ai tudo bem, o maior problema era os buracos que nos metemos e as súbidas nervosas pros lados do Jabaquara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHbsiw6d5I/AAAAAAAADEI/Vjupqp2LH3Q/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHbsiw6d5I/AAAAAAAADEI/Vjupqp2LH3Q/s200/DSC00985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377820988349773714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos sei lá quanto tempo atrasados e o Gerson já estava lá porque ele foi direto da facul (garoto estudioso), ainda conseguimos ver boa parte da palestra, várias fotos e o video fruto da viagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles também levaram todos os equipamentos utilizados na viagem, tinha até uma “cadeira” muito loca que o Gerson e a Bruna testaram e aprovaram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHdOqVKiVI/AAAAAAAADEY/iXYj9LLwExQ/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHdOqVKiVI/AAAAAAAADEY/iXYj9LLwExQ/s200/DSC00989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377822674008050002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHdN15VlwI/AAAAAAAADEQ/HhmQPHI9hKI/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHdN15VlwI/AAAAAAAADEQ/HhmQPHI9hKI/s200/DSC00987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377822659932690178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aproveitei para comprar o livro &lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/livro.htm"&gt;“No Guidão da Liberdade”&lt;/a&gt; que trata da volta ao mundo  de Bike feita pelo Olinto, eu já comecei a ler e parece que estou viajando com ele pelos parques e cidades remotas da espanha e frança.. rs recomendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHfBOjPL6I/AAAAAAAADEg/93Hk-UIMPZE/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHfBOjPL6I/AAAAAAAADEg/93Hk-UIMPZE/s200/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377824642235838370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do lado de fora do Sesc encontramos o famoso Motor Home, e ficamos sabendo que o tal do burinho que é o cara que faz alguma coisa no freio (o Gerson sabe explicar melhor) tinha quebrado e o Motor Home estava sem freio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então o Babiker Engenheiro tratou de meter a mão na massa e achar a peça que tinha que ser trocada e foi junto com o Olinto comprar a mesma para fazer a troca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHgM4OUXCI/AAAAAAAADEw/_gagNJg4cyQ/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHgM4OUXCI/AAAAAAAADEw/_gagNJg4cyQ/s200/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377825941912575010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHgMbmz3TI/AAAAAAAADEo/yGmBHysD3EU/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHgMbmz3TI/AAAAAAAADEo/yGmBHysD3EU/s200/DSC01018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377825934230674738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equanto isso eu o Jorge a Bruna e a Rafaela, ficamos as beiras do “Riacho Ipiranga” onde ouve aquela famosa &lt;a href="http://www.eupodiatamatando.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/independencia_ou_morte.jpg"&gt;caganeira de Dom Pedro&lt;/a&gt;, como hoje em dia é um córrego mesmo, então tudo faz sentido… mas voltando ao assunto, ficamos na varanda do Motor Home conv&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHhmx4D_0I/AAAAAAAADFA/bX-B7dEbanQ/s1600-h/DSC01013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHhmx4D_0I/AAAAAAAADFA/bX-B7dEbanQ/s200/DSC01013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377827486396841794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ersando, e tivemos a honra de nos deliciarmos com uma pequena demonstração da cozinha dessa casa tão agradável, podemos experimentas as pizzas quadradas de tudo quanto é sabor, tinha até pizza doce.. parecia até um rodízio!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHjXUFJ4lI/AAAAAAAADFI/1WpXJIpBdLg/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHjXUFJ4lI/AAAAAAAADFI/1WpXJIpBdLg/s200/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377829419723907666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim num dia muito agradável, eu  pude conhecer duas pessoas muito simpáticas, sorridentes e amigas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHmjIXcHNI/AAAAAAAADFo/dLwedlcVi8Y/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHmjIXcHNI/AAAAAAAADFo/dLwedlcVi8Y/s200/DSC01029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377832921272687826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHmicJTn5I/AAAAAAAADFg/BLkMva94n7w/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHmicJTn5I/AAAAAAAADFg/BLkMva94n7w/s200/DSC01028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377832909402251154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;..Wezz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-5621418059288092074?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5621418059288092074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=5621418059288092074' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5621418059288092074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5621418059288092074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/09/cicloturismo-encontro-babiker.html' title='Cicloturismo + Encontro Babiker'/><author><name>Wesley Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14204265157083519520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/Sd6RyaD7gTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/BlCEJPwH2H4/S220/DSC06494.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SqHbsiw6d5I/AAAAAAAADEI/Vjupqp2LH3Q/s72-c/DSC00985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5170239374257646281</id><published>2009-08-31T00:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:22:05.834-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embu-Guaçu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenbikers'/><title type='text'>Maratona Greenbikers de MTB - continuação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esqueci de escrever... Na volta pra casa o Gerson quase provocou um acidente feio! Chuva, frio, sujeira, cansaço... O Gerson, olhando pra baixo, não viu a escada da Telefonica encostada no poste da beira da estrada, e CONSEGUIU enroscar o guidão ali.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que era uma subida e ele não estava rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Só vi o Gerson e o Jorge tentando ajeitar a escada, enquanto o funcionário da Telefonica, assustado lá em cima do poste, segurava-se como podia.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se feriu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-5170239374257646281?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5170239374257646281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=5170239374257646281' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5170239374257646281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5170239374257646281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/08/maratona-greenbikers-de-mtb-continuacao.html' title='Maratona Greenbikers de MTB - continuação'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-4053339623684619938</id><published>2009-08-26T08:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:22:48.397-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embu-Guaçu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenbikers'/><title type='text'>Maratona Greenbikers de MTB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia 23 de agosto de 2009 foi realizada a segunda etapa da Maratona Greenbikers de MTB, com largada no Parque da Várzea, Embu Guaçu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O percurso não deve ter sido fácil, o &lt;strong&gt;Gerson&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;Allyson&lt;/strong&gt; estão de parabéns pela coragem de participar e pelo bom desempenho, afinal sabemos que eles treinam nos passeios, enquanto alguns atletas tem um acompanhamento bem mais sério...&lt;br /&gt;Vejam os &lt;a href="http://www.greenbikers.com.br/resultados09-2.htm"&gt;RESULTADOS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aluizio&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Raquel&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; também participamos. Só que da organização.&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito legal! Ver a prova de dentro do percurso, vestir o colete dos Greenbikers e ficar no meio do mato. Eu gostei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece a morte com sua foice? É o Aluizio, trazendo a enxada usada pra tapar um buraco do percurso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9bx9lGNI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9_f6DWFVhog/s1600-h/Maratona+Green.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269277813938386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9bx9lGNI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9_f6DWFVhog/s400/Maratona+Green.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indicando o caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9PmL5wLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/h348mlxoYp4/s1600-h/Maratona+Green+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269068494356658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9PmL5wLI/AAAAAAAAAqs/h348mlxoYp4/s400/Maratona+Green+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gerson passou, com o capacete cobrindo os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9PJtWGgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Z9LHQ4WogH8/s1600-h/Maratona+Green+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269060849998338" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9PJtWGgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Z9LHQ4WogH8/s400/Maratona+Green+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois o Allyson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9OwMdfmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/g3hBgdSg8CI/s1600-h/Maratona+Green+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269054001184354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9OwMdfmI/AAAAAAAAAqc/g3hBgdSg8CI/s400/Maratona+Green+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9OVXg09I/AAAAAAAAAqU/MzcOsG0xX-Q/s1600-h/Maratona+Green+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269046799782866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9OVXg09I/AAAAAAAAAqU/MzcOsG0xX-Q/s400/Maratona+Green+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no fim, ou bem depois do fim, chega o Jorge pedalando sozinho... Não viu nem a chegada. Acho que ele só saiu de casa pra pegar chuva, e acabou fazendo um caminho parecido com a volta do frango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9Nw0GPBI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_U_50RpEPJM/s1600-h/Maratona+Green+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374269036987563026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9Nw0GPBI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_U_50RpEPJM/s400/Maratona+Green+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que chuva foi aquela??? Durante a prova não choveu, mas depois... Voltamos todos pra casa pedalando, com frio e molhados, congelando, sujos de terra. Legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-4053339623684619938?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/4053339623684619938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=4053339623684619938' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4053339623684619938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4053339623684619938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/08/maratona-greenbikers-de-mtb.html' title='Maratona Greenbikers de MTB'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SpU9bx9lGNI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9_f6DWFVhog/s72-c/Maratona+Green.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1866846896657784964</id><published>2009-08-20T08:54:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:54:00.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um Passeio dos Podres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Passeio dos Podres, organizado pelo &lt;strong&gt;Ivan&lt;/strong&gt;, tem o intuito de reunir pessoas interessadas em pedalar, mesmo que já não vejam um pedal há anos!&lt;br /&gt;O legal deste passeio é que sempre tem ajuda para aqueles que precisam de um empurrãozinho ou qualquer outra coisa. O que é sempre notável neste grupo é a capacidade de andar juntos do começo ao fim do passeio, num ritmo confortável pra todos (nem devagar e nem rápido demais).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como no &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/06/passeio-dos-podres.html"&gt;ano passado&lt;/a&gt;, o destino do Passeio dos Podres seria o Parque do Ibirapuera. Mas como, pra variar, não tinha nenhum "podre" presente, resolvemos ir para o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parque Villa-Lobos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Somce66cIfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/eApZD6cCrlc/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370996085640405490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Somce66cIfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/eApZD6cCrlc/s400/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compareceram 16 ciclistas e mais uma motociclista. Isso inclui este pessoal "elite" na foto abaixo: &lt;strong&gt;Akira, Ivan, André Naveia, Carlos, René&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcZQtGLHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/w22kNTeWIsY/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370995988410805362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcZQtGLHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/w22kNTeWIsY/s400/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo, Claudia&lt;/strong&gt; e todos nós demos uma volta na ciclovia do parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcYxvqxRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qLqxILPC2hg/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370995980100093202" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcYxvqxRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qLqxILPC2hg/s400/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três Babikers presentes = passeio Babiker: &lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Rafael&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Raquel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcYYHVwtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/3vljLVkiPHw/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370995973220057810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcYYHVwtI/AAAAAAAAAcs/3vljLVkiPHw/s400/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na volta, Marginal Pinheiros. &lt;strong&gt;Claudinha, Rafael, René&lt;/strong&gt; e mais um monte de gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcYItynHI/AAAAAAAAAck/jCznJi139PI/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370995969086364786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcYItynHI/AAAAAAAAAck/jCznJi139PI/s400/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por último... Foto na pracinha, já chegando em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcXlUmZAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/cG1x52pMLMo/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370995959585465346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SomcXlUmZAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/cG1x52pMLMo/s400/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1866846896657784964?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1866846896657784964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1866846896657784964' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1866846896657784964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1866846896657784964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/08/mais-um-passeio-dos-podres.html' title='Mais um Passeio dos Podres'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Somce66cIfI/AAAAAAAAAdE/eApZD6cCrlc/s72-c/DSC00330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6056757992757690802</id><published>2009-08-15T17:07:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:06:40.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Babiker e o lado MB da Força</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acredito que no ciclismo como em tudo, existem lados diferentes, como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions=""  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Bibe,Bife,Bise,Bique"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions=""  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;; e todos um dia acabam tendo que escolher que vertente irá investir mais tempo para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;praticar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu desde quando comecei a pedalar com os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions=""  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Babikers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, E-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions=""  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bikers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="Mangavas,Mangadas,Mangaras"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mangabas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  e etc&lt;br /&gt;pedalei por ruas, avenidas, marginais, rodovias, trilhas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="singres"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;singles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..  me interessei mais pela parte "perigosa e suja" do negócio..   e agora posso dizer que finalmente me encontrei... rsrs da uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions=""  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;olhadinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; no que me meti ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="misspell" suggestions="sr,ris,rãs,rés,rês"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NF0NasQjwbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NF0NasQjwbg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tem nada a ver com nada, mas como diria a Bruna: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"todos os cogumelos são comestíveis, alguns apenas uma vez"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SocbLOvuQSI/AAAAAAAAC8g/GtpKrW0aXIQ/s1600-h/CIMG0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SocbLOvuQSI/AAAAAAAAC8g/GtpKrW0aXIQ/s400/CIMG0608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370290960413376802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorte que só fiz careta pra esse :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..Wezz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SocbLOvuQSI/AAAAAAAAC8g/GtpKrW0aXIQ/s1600-h/CIMG0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6056757992757690802?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6056757992757690802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6056757992757690802' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6056757992757690802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6056757992757690802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-babiker-e-o-lado-mb-da-forca.html' title='New Babiker e o lado MB da Força'/><author><name>Wesley Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14204265157083519520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/Sd6RyaD7gTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/BlCEJPwH2H4/S220/DSC06494.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aY0nHTlW_W8/SocbLOvuQSI/AAAAAAAAC8g/GtpKrW0aXIQ/s72-c/CIMG0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1895394591857952838</id><published>2009-08-13T08:42:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:13:24.910-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solo Sagrado'/><title type='text'>Solo Sagrado: o passeio das meninas</title><content type='html'>No último domingo fizemos um passeio Babiker só para meninas. A Rafaela não foi porque está na Estrada Real, e a Joice... Alguém sabe da Joice???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, enfim... A &lt;strong&gt;Raquel&lt;/strong&gt; foi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoMBaXrwxpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7btUBBshW7Q/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369136733301556882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoMBaXrwxpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7btUBBshW7Q/s400/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Daniela&lt;/strong&gt; também foi, em seu primeiro passeio Babiker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoMBaHxfbKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/04vRP3uXm28/s1600-h/DSC00318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369136729030618274" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoMBaHxfbKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/04vRP3uXm28/s400/DSC00318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local de destino: o Solo Sagrado. Foi o maior alívio ver essa placa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL750HPCqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/U93OSFG1E3g/s1600-h/DSC00321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369130676439157410" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL750HPCqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/U93OSFG1E3g/s400/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recompensa pelo esforço: dia lindo, lugar maravilhoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL75l5acmI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0iHXyAAuj5Q/s1600-h/DSC00323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369130672623088226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL75l5acmI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0iHXyAAuj5Q/s400/DSC00323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, é! Tinha também o &lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;. Ele não é menina!!! (E depois o Allyson apareceu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL75YlaNvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XeVSXCOUxAc/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369130669049526002" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL75YlaNvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/XeVSXCOUxAc/s400/DSC00324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas passeio das meninas é só o nome. Somos machosssss. Quem foi mais macho dessa vez foi a Daniela, pois sabemos que o percurso até o Solo Sagrado não é fácil pra uma pessoa que está pedalando pela primeira vez (agadeça aos amigos que te colocaram nessa).&lt;br /&gt;A Daniela foi guerreira, se mostrou forte. Também não teve vergonha de empurrar a bike ou pedir ajuda quando necessário. E cumpriu o objetivo, foi e voltou. Parabéns, Dani!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL74xHHMzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dcSaF6Bu4AY/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369130658453467954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL74xHHMzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/dcSaF6Bu4AY/s400/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso aí, meninas! Quando será o próximo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL74uLWm9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/VhdBqkIOxGM/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369130657665948626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoL74uLWm9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/VhdBqkIOxGM/s400/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1895394591857952838?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1895394591857952838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1895394591857952838' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1895394591857952838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1895394591857952838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/08/solo-sagrado-o-passeio-das-meninas.html' title='Solo Sagrado: o passeio das meninas'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SoMBaXrwxpI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7btUBBshW7Q/s72-c/DSC00317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5782122282154476047</id><published>2009-08-05T08:44:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:44:00.294-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parque Cidade de Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... ou é parque cidade dos tontos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No último domingo fizemos um pedal até este pequeno e simpático parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7XoHGd_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/WhcZA8rjgig/s1600-h/Toronto+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174601846355954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7XoHGd_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/WhcZA8rjgig/s400/Toronto+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade não tão simpático... É proibida a entrada de ciclistas. "Eu sou ciclista, e agora??"&lt;br /&gt;Os seguranças fizeram vistas grossas e nos deixaram permanecer no parque, afinal não estávamos incomodando ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7XejK5oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MxNeyHzfOgg/s1600-h/Toronto+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174599279732354" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7XejK5oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MxNeyHzfOgg/s400/Toronto+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tinha visto tantas placas de proibido no mesmo lugar. Não pode entrar ciclista, não pode pescar, soltar pipas, colher capim, lavar o pé na pia, não pode nada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7XMOVmzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jcYHVHEulcY/s1600-h/Toronto+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174594360515378" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7XMOVmzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jcYHVHEulcY/s400/Toronto+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7GQ0uyWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OenWC3ndc5c/s1600-h/Toronto+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174303537514850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7GQ0uyWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OenWC3ndc5c/s400/Toronto+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7GbCnLGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/prbTzK0BB6s/s1600-h/Toronto+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174306280090722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7GbCnLGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/prbTzK0BB6s/s400/Toronto+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7X-KbXSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6nZgJTkKJ5I/s1600-h/Toronto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174607765888290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7X-KbXSI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6nZgJTkKJ5I/s400/Toronto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem foi: &lt;strong&gt;Cupertino, Danilo, Felipe, Alexandre, Gerson, João Carlos, Menghe, Fátima, Douglas, Tony&lt;/strong&gt; e eu (&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de voltar pra casa, eu, Gerson, Menghe e Cuper passamos no recém inaugurado &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Parque da Barragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, à margem da represa Guarapiranga.&lt;br /&gt;O Parque da Barragem nos pareceu mais interessante, pelo menos dá pra interagir melhor com o ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7F2lq6eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Kp2lGkRTPp0/s1600-h/Guarapiranga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174296495024610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7F2lq6eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Kp2lGkRTPp0/s400/Guarapiranga.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interagir até demais, já que as chuvas das últimas semanas inundaram uma parte da calçada.&lt;br /&gt;Para um dia ensolarado como esse, nenhum problema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7Fzzy2kI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xlrcn9E0ITs/s1600-h/Guarapiranga+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174295748958786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7Fzzy2kI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/xlrcn9E0ITs/s400/Guarapiranga+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7Fn5HB1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/0jeETTdzVeY/s1600-h/Guarapiranga+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366174292550027090" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7Fn5HB1I/AAAAAAAAAOI/0jeETTdzVeY/s400/Guarapiranga+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-5782122282154476047?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5782122282154476047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=5782122282154476047' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5782122282154476047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5782122282154476047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/08/parque-cidade-de-toronto.html' title='Parque Cidade de Toronto'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/Snh7XoHGd_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/WhcZA8rjgig/s72-c/Toronto+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-4378846460449167088</id><published>2009-08-01T14:35:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:45:31.888-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bicicletada'/><title type='text'>Bicicletada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sexta-feira fomos pela primeira vez à &lt;a href="http://www.bicicletada.org/"&gt;Bicicletada&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnSDwjFmqTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mYIIrT4CVcI/s1600-h/BICICLETADA+MOB-+cartaz+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnSDwjFmqTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mYIIrT4CVcI/s400/BICICLETADA+MOB-+cartaz+(Large).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365057926180809010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos lá: &lt;strong&gt;Eu, Gerson, Raquel&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Allyson&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Era muita gente de todo tipo, com todo tipo de bicicleta, roupas e ideias.&lt;br /&gt;É até difícil descrever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnR-12ELQUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uRUgYvrp8HY/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnR-12ELQUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uRUgYvrp8HY/s400/DSC00275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365052519616299330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Rafinha Bastos do &lt;a href="http://www.band.com.br/cqc"&gt;CQC&lt;/a&gt; também apareceu por lá para gravar um "Proteste Já" sobre a dificuldade de andar de bicicleta em São Paulo. Vamos aguardar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnR-1-Xf8TI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q2sTvNxxEW8/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnR-1-Xf8TI/AAAAAAAAAEc/q2sTvNxxEW8/s400/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365052521844830514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a nossa participação ficou comprometida por uma &lt;strong&gt;informação errada&lt;/strong&gt; no &lt;a href="http://www.portoseguro.com.br/usebike"&gt;site da Porto Seguro&lt;/a&gt;. De acordo com nossos planos, o Gerson e o Allyson iriam pedalando de casa, eu e a Raquel pegaríamos duas bikes da Porto e assim todos participariam do passeio. Mas não conseguimos pegar duas bicicletas porque o Allyson não tinha comprovante de residência e o funcionário não aceitou fazer o cadastro. Mas no site (imagem abaixo) não estava escrito nada de comprovante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Qualquer pessoa pode ter acesso ao sistema, basta se cadastrar em qualquer um dos bicicletários, munido de RG, CPF e um cartão de crédito (Visa ou Mastercard)".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que mancada, hein Porto Seguro???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnR-1RZ3LQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/op8ukPat5No/s1600-h/Usebike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnR-1RZ3LQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/op8ukPat5No/s400/Usebike.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365052509775146242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a Raquel foi pra casa... Infelizmente!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu, Gerson e Allyson pedalamos um pouco com a bicicletada, mas voltamos logo porque eu precisava devolver a bicicleta 22h.&lt;br /&gt;Da próxima vez não quero nem saber, a minha bicicleta vai comigo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-4378846460449167088?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/4378846460449167088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=4378846460449167088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4378846460449167088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4378846460449167088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/08/bicicletada.html' title='Bicicletada!'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16241710909723145392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SzNxp_WXyZI/AAAAAAAACI0/Sqgx_BzgKVM/S220/Bruna.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x0TUuppvYXc/SnSDwjFmqTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mYIIrT4CVcI/s72-c/BICICLETADA+MOB-+cartaz+(Large).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3106329426376207345</id><published>2009-07-22T09:46:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:18:24.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Notícias da Estrada Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo sumidos, aí vão algumas notícias do "Caminho do Ouro", ou Estrada Real.&lt;br /&gt;Começamos o mapeamento em Parati, no dia 24/06, e já no primeiro dia a chuva nos pegou em cheio na subida da Serra do Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362360176951317010" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SmruK4DiUhI/AAAAAAAAASw/m7n8Vjq2oYU/s320/IMG_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias seguiram passando a Serra de Cunha, Serra do Quebra Cangalha, até atingirmos o Vale do Rio Paraíba do Sul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361265765331105746" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SmcKzvEF99I/AAAAAAAAASA/Piolay7s7Y0/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362361402920489458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SmrvSPJXUfI/AAAAAAAAATA/uBtxL7oEFuI/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste ponto começamos a ter alguns problemas com a demarcação do caminho...&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente estamos falando de uma região onde a atividade rural é forte, e sempre aparece alguém pra nos salvar e indicar o caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SmcLBjwR9wI/AAAAAAAAASY/hIh6dn6kFE0/s1600-h/IMG_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362360451485122546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/Smrua2xfv_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/tXAq3S6pjk8/s320/IMG_1239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como não poderia faltar, uma pitada de "humor" para nossos amigos Babikers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361265771421437154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SmcK0FwJDOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/CFAQPoTdcJw/s320/IMG_1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já atravessamos a Mantiqueira, entrando no estado de Minas Gerais. No momento estamos indo de Carrancas para São Sebastião da Vitória e de lá seguindo para o norte em direção a Ouro Preto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362359786278318658" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/Smrt0Ir1ckI/AAAAAAAAASo/ktoSFEMJ4NM/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui o nosso abraço para os amigos Babikers e simpatizantes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa e Olinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3106329426376207345?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3106329426376207345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3106329426376207345' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3106329426376207345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3106329426376207345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/07/noticias-da-estrada-real.html' title='Notícias da Estrada Real'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SmruK4DiUhI/AAAAAAAAASw/m7n8Vjq2oYU/s72-c/IMG_1360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-7277355951159573373</id><published>2009-07-04T18:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:34:02.998-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Embu'/><title type='text'>WESLEY - O NOVO BABIKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com grande alegria anunciamos que hoje, 04/07, o Wesley conseguiu cumprir com sucesso a última parte do Processo Seletivo Babiker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns, Wezz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após entregar o &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/04/processo-seletivo-babikers-2009.html"&gt;vídeo e o questionário&lt;/a&gt; da primeira fase, o Wesley conseguiu o título de Babiker pela participação em três passeios consecutivos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DjgZ01NI/AAAAAAAAKXE/2hqYk4PMqmw/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354713496727901394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DjgZ01NI/AAAAAAAAKXE/2hqYk4PMqmw/s400/Novo+Babiker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/06/09 - 1º passeio: pesquisa no Ibirapuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DjUW_yCI/AAAAAAAAKW8/Q69A-OTTZ7o/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354713493494810658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DjUW_yCI/AAAAAAAAKW8/Q69A-OTTZ7o/s400/Novo+Babiker+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/06/09 - 2º passeio: festa junina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DjOcVpAI/AAAAAAAAKW0/MuofEK2HYwo/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354713491906601986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DjOcVpAI/AAAAAAAAKW0/MuofEK2HYwo/s400/Novo+Babiker+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04/07/09 - 3º passeio: pedal pro Embu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que o Wesley quase conseguiu arruinar o pedal de hoje. Nós já avisamos pra ele parar de levar a bicicleta naquela bicicletaria XXX&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; (não vou escrever o nome, mas é uma que tem uma vitrine grandona e fica na Robert Kennedy). Dessa vez a corrente só quebrou duas vezes. O Gerson e o Wesley consertaram com um alicate emprestado de uma loja de motos. Mas como o pino já estava gasto devido à montagem desalinhada pela bicicletaria XXX, o conserto não durou nem um quilômetro. O Gerson empurrou o Wesley pra a primeira bicicletaria aberta que achamos, também na Robert Kennedy, uma pequenininha e sem nome onde fomos muito bem atendidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_Di9PGd-I/AAAAAAAAKWs/q7jbPHzi9cc/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354713487287678946" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_Di9PGd-I/AAAAAAAAKWs/q7jbPHzi9cc/s400/Novo+Babiker+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Empurrãozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Obs 1: pneus meio murchos e freio pegando. O Gerson foi realmente muito bonzinho.&lt;br /&gt;Obs 2: reparem na roupa do Wesley, meia calça preta sob o short verde, tentando sem nenhum sucesso imitar o modo de vestir da Daniela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma hora e vinte minutos de atraso nós - &lt;strong&gt;Bruna, Gerson, Raquel, Wesley e Allyson&lt;/strong&gt; - reiniciamos o passeio, encontramos o &lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt; e chegamos ao Embu, onde aconteceu, com toda formalidade possível, o batismo do Wesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DirZYDaI/AAAAAAAAKWk/XLwKRaa3Un8/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354713482498936226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DirZYDaI/AAAAAAAAKWk/XLwKRaa3Un8/s400/Novo+Babiker+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DCJleZtI/AAAAAAAAKWc/0mnTx7vvfRs/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354712923667064530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DCJleZtI/AAAAAAAAKWc/0mnTx7vvfRs/s400/Novo+Babiker+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou só um pouquinho molhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DB_tIIJI/AAAAAAAAKWU/yDfUsNoV2Yg/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354712921014804626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DB_tIIJI/AAAAAAAAKWU/yDfUsNoV2Yg/s400/Novo+Babiker+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DBuBp0UI/AAAAAAAAKWM/4aleuBDN7z8/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354712916269060418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DBuBp0UI/AAAAAAAAKWM/4aleuBDN7z8/s400/Novo+Babiker+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DBVP9ahI/AAAAAAAAKWE/S9ZC3Ivf-h0/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354712909618178578" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DBVP9ahI/AAAAAAAAKWE/S9ZC3Ivf-h0/s400/Novo+Babiker+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim... Wesley, te recebemos com muita alegria e esperamos contar sempre com sua companhia e amizade. Bem vindo ao grupo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DBCVuhKI/AAAAAAAAKV8/rWISu5Hg9kc/s1600-h/Novo+Babiker+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354712904542094498" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DBCVuhKI/AAAAAAAAKV8/rWISu5Hg9kc/s400/Novo+Babiker+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;1 Nota sobre a bicicletaria XXX: o atendimento é ruim e o serviço é péssimo. Da última vez eles devolveram a bike do Wesley com os pneus murchos, a roda dianteira solta e o câmbio totalmente desregulado. Isso sem falar na conversa chata e na música de mau gosto que que tivemos que ouvir quando entramos lá, argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-7277355951159573373?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/7277355951159573373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=7277355951159573373' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/7277355951159573373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/7277355951159573373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/07/wesley-o-novo-babiker.html' title='WESLEY - O NOVO BABIKER'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sk_DjgZ01NI/AAAAAAAAKXE/2hqYk4PMqmw/s72-c/Novo+Babiker.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3274123015518225734</id><published>2009-07-01T14:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:21:14.885-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedalada pela Liberdade dos Sentidos'/><title type='text'>5ª Pedalada pela Liberdade dos Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi realizada no último domingo, 28/06, a 5ª Pedalada pela Liberdade dos Sentidos, organizada pelo &lt;a href="http://www.grupobrasil.org.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grupo Brasil&lt;/strong&gt; de Apoio ao Surdocego e ao Múltiplo Deficiente Sensorial&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a &lt;strong&gt;Raquel&lt;/strong&gt;, o passeio já começou com emoção. Na companhia de dois &lt;em&gt;speedeiros&lt;/em&gt; convictos como &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;René&lt;/strong&gt;, adivinhe que caminho ela teve que fazer pra chegar até o Parque das Bicicletas!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que a Marginal Pinheiros estava bem vazia, pouquíssimos carros passavam e chegamos até a região do Ibirapuera juntos sem passar por nenhum momento de stress. Acho até que a Raquel perdeu um pouquinho da antipatia que ela tem por esta avenida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SkuAEFhCMcI/AAAAAAAAKSU/qKobYfeekc4/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353513389748531650" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SkuAEFhCMcI/AAAAAAAAKSU/qKobYfeekc4/s400/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando ao parque, recebemos nossas camisetas. Aguardamos um pouco até a abertura do evento. Ficamos impressionados, pois o diretor do Grupo Brasil, surdocego, recebia o discurso de abertura tateando as mãos de um homem que fazia linguagem de sinais. Depois, ele mesmo fez um discurso em linguagem de sinais. Admirável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_i3aDfLI/AAAAAAAAKSM/pDwxhqGtv9U/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512819025476786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_i3aDfLI/AAAAAAAAKSM/pDwxhqGtv9U/s400/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, hora de pedalar! Trenzinhos montados, triciclos de vários tipos. Tinha um de três lugares, uma tandem triciclo, e era bem difícil de pilotar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_iqzySEI/AAAAAAAAKSE/ZmggGsz1A-g/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512815643740226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_iqzySEI/AAAAAAAAKSE/ZmggGsz1A-g/s400/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_iad473I/AAAAAAAAKR8/tOKXuzz9ONM/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512811256934258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_iad473I/AAAAAAAAKR8/tOKXuzz9ONM/s400/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trenzinho era fácil de manobrar. Um conjunto de 8 ou 9 triciclos engatados. Tinha gente ali que estava subindo em uma bicicleta pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_iMuZ5xI/AAAAAAAAKR0/3t_Rl6sU67I/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512807568107282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_iMuZ5xI/AAAAAAAAKR0/3t_Rl6sU67I/s400/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhamos a primeira volta com nossas bicicletas. Depois, amarramos as três em um dos paraciclos do parque e ajudamos a pedalalar os trenzinhos. Foi um retorno à infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_iBGVSRI/AAAAAAAAKRs/pemkL6aR2bw/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512804447242514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_iBGVSRI/AAAAAAAAKRs/pemkL6aR2bw/s400/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra ver a nossa felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;Os trenzinhos eram pesados e às vezes apenas uma ou duas pessoas pedalavam, carregando os demais. Foi musculação para as pernas. Algumas vezes era necessário que alguém empurrasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_STwtvnI/AAAAAAAAKRk/UsZYTZNAdaw/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512534578937458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_STwtvnI/AAAAAAAAKRk/UsZYTZNAdaw/s400/DSC00172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René, levando mais um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_SK_LncI/AAAAAAAAKRc/u9JlTyiSPfI/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512532223696322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_SK_LncI/AAAAAAAAKRc/u9JlTyiSPfI/s400/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel outra vez... Cada um de nós deu várias voltas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_R9obYmI/AAAAAAAAKRU/7G5dtRfWDDY/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512528638599778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_R9obYmI/AAAAAAAAKRU/7G5dtRfWDDY/s400/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_RpCVbSI/AAAAAAAAKRM/RFtT_KAWxaA/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512523110116642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_RpCVbSI/AAAAAAAAKRM/RFtT_KAWxaA/s400/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_RTZgu7I/AAAAAAAAKRE/1RgjDXBVpKE/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512517301746610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Skt_RTZgu7I/AAAAAAAAKRE/1RgjDXBVpKE/s400/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim: ótimo passeio em ótima companhia. Ano que vem vamos de novo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3274123015518225734?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3274123015518225734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3274123015518225734' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3274123015518225734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3274123015518225734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/07/5-pedalada-pela-liberdade-dos-sentidos.html' title='5ª Pedalada pela Liberdade dos Sentidos'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SkuAEFhCMcI/AAAAAAAAKSU/qKobYfeekc4/s72-c/DSC00151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6094633928013718515</id><published>2009-06-17T13:53:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:26:42.259-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guaxupé'/><title type='text'>Mais Guaxupé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feriado de &lt;em&gt;Corpus Christi&lt;/em&gt;, eu e o Gerson fomos novamente pra Guaxupé visitar a Marília e o Isaac, e também a Rafaela e o Olinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos primeiros dias o tempo estava muito feio. A Rafaela chegou a sugerir que devíamos ter levado a televisão ao invés das bicicletas, puxa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a chuva não foi ruim.&lt;br /&gt;A fazenda estava com visitas, quatro simpáticos representantes comerciais do nordeste. Eu e o Gerson aproveitamos a visita pra conhecer o processo de "fabricação" do &lt;a href="http://www.brasilartecafe.com.br/"&gt;Arte Café&lt;/a&gt; (que é uma delícia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjqrV23WI/AAAAAAAAKBA/fFm9De6adxM/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345248575053154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjqrV23WI/AAAAAAAAKBA/fFm9De6adxM/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os grãos tomando chuva, alguns estão cobertos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjqtSTYCI/AAAAAAAAKA4/aBsjiKeQ0kU/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345249097015330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjqtSTYCI/AAAAAAAAKA4/aBsjiKeQ0kU/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marília chegando com capas, botas e chapéus pra todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sjkjqa9BDdI/AAAAAAAAKAw/Qe3KsynMo-w/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345244175896018" style="WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sjkjqa9BDdI/AAAAAAAAKAw/Qe3KsynMo-w/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRr_zcEuI/AAAAAAAACBI/jR_IuAuLV6Q/s1600-h/CD+Rafaela.JPG"&gt;capa do CD da Rafaela&lt;/a&gt;, temos a capa do CD sertanejo do Gerson. Fiu fiu... Alguém tem sugestão para nome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sjkjjp_WNcI/AAAAAAAAKAo/KPkKob6FUz0/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(22).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345127953118658" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sjkjjp_WNcI/AAAAAAAAKAo/KPkKob6FUz0/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(22).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os grãos secos de café...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjjQU9lZI/AAAAAAAAKAg/LvOI76hzQWk/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(24).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345121064457618" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjjQU9lZI/AAAAAAAAKAg/LvOI76hzQWk/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(24).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gerson deve ter adorado esse monte de máquinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjjTKkSXI/AAAAAAAAKAY/T6KNNuAj5SQ/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(28).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345121826163058" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjjTKkSXI/AAAAAAAAKAY/T6KNNuAj5SQ/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(28).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O forno fornece calor pra secar os grãos... Os tubos na parte superior transportam o ar que é aquecido pelo fogo (fonte: Gerson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjPY4kgdI/AAAAAAAAKAQ/k1uTpT6OQ5E/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(39).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344779763909074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjPY4kgdI/AAAAAAAAKAQ/k1uTpT6OQ5E/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(39).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, um bebedor de café com leite como ele, estava no paraíso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjPFKG9aI/AAAAAAAAKAI/fY6PAb_mZ5c/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(40).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344774468760994" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjPFKG9aI/AAAAAAAAKAI/fY6PAb_mZ5c/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(40).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os grãos torrados tem um cheirinho bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjO0ynr_I/AAAAAAAAKAA/mZH8mRClFrg/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(54).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344770075275250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjO0ynr_I/AAAAAAAAKAA/mZH8mRClFrg/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(54).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois conhecemos o laboratório de prova de café. Parece coisa de engenharia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjO1T3x6I/AAAAAAAAJ_4/V66AC5gYUzc/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(66).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344770214741922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjO1T3x6I/AAAAAAAAJ_4/V66AC5gYUzc/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(66).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na manhã seguinte, já sem chuva, fomos conhecer a plantação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjOrZg2BI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/Xtl8Smoj938/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(75).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344767554050066" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjOrZg2BI/AAAAAAAAJ_w/Xtl8Smoj938/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(75).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vimos um pessoal na fazenda vizinha colhendo café. É só tirar os frutos e deixar cair na lona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjDZtRG5I/AAAAAAAAJ_o/V9VcTIAD-vo/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(80).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344573826505618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjDZtRG5I/AAAAAAAAJ_o/V9VcTIAD-vo/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(80).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como isso é um blog dos Babikers, vamos falar de pedaladas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedalamos sábado à tarde e domingo de manhã. Estradas de asfalto, estradas de terra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjDOkk6fI/AAAAAAAAJ_g/utELvM0s1kg/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(82).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344570837264882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjDOkk6fI/AAAAAAAAJ_g/utELvM0s1kg/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(82).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjC855eCI/AAAAAAAAJ_Y/a9eY5c7Afdo/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(87).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344566094854178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjC855eCI/AAAAAAAAJ_Y/a9eY5c7Afdo/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(87).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente a cavalo, trator, aqueduto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjCjwlFSI/AAAAAAAAJ_Q/Q9Jo_4uWQXg/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(100).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344559344882978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjCjwlFSI/AAAAAAAAJ_Q/Q9Jo_4uWQXg/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(100).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante desse céu maravilhoso e dessa estrada, será que preciso escrever alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjCajEa5I/AAAAAAAAJ_I/p7gpn9UllQk/s1600-h/Guaxup%C3%A9+(103).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348344556872297362" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjCajEa5I/AAAAAAAAJ_I/p7gpn9UllQk/s400/Guaxup%C3%A9+(103).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6094633928013718515?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6094633928013718515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6094633928013718515' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6094633928013718515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6094633928013718515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/06/mais-guaxupe.html' title='Mais Guaxupé'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SjkjqrV23WI/AAAAAAAAKBA/fFm9De6adxM/s72-c/Guaxup%C3%A9+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2043854793110387858</id><published>2009-05-31T14:54:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:25:02.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais sobre a Terra do Fogo e outros....</title><content type='html'>Já disponibilizamos no YouTube a primeira parte da sequëncia de imagens fotográficas que fizemos na viagem &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-bariloche-ate-terra-do-fogo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de Bariloche à Terra do Fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4iha7DlaQ14&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4iha7DlaQ14&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos que gostem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para saber mais sobre esta e outras viagens e sobre as palestras no mês de junho:&lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.olinto.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também já está no ar, no site do &lt;a href="http://www.clubedecicloturismo.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Clube de Cicloturismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, uma reportagem que fizemos sobre as ciclovias nos Canais de Milão (Ciclovias de Da Vinci). É só clicar e conferir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2043854793110387858?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2043854793110387858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2043854793110387858' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2043854793110387858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2043854793110387858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/05/mais-sobre-terra-do-fogo.html' title='Mais sobre a Terra do Fogo e outros....'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5862304021138880634</id><published>2009-05-10T12:04:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:39:09.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupertino está de volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, domingo, dia das mães, o Gerson e eu resolvemos fazer um pedal rápido, na intenção de economizar o nosso recurso mais escasso depois do dinheiro: &lt;strong&gt;o tempo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamamos também o Wesley, que tinha um almoço na "casa da vó", então não podia chegar tarde. Nosso plano era ir até Parelheiros e voltar, sem parar pra nada, estar de volta em casa às 10h. Levei a máquina fotográfica pra eventualmente tirar algumas fotos da ciclovia de Parelheiros pro meu trabalho da pós, mas isso não seria essencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se foi o acaso ou se foi o destino que transformou o nosso passeio sem graça em algo muito mais interessante.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu abria o portão de casa meu celular tocou: era o Cupertino. Ele estava chegando de sua &lt;a href="http://viajandodebicicleta.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cicloviagem pela Estrada Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Estava no Socorro e ele mora justamente em Parelheiros! Então ficou decidido na hora, levaríamos o Cupertino pelos últimos quilômetros da viagem, até a porta de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sgbtkq5fNII/AAAAAAAAJGs/EVNg5-1aTdA/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sgbtkq5fNII/AAAAAAAAJGs/EVNg5-1aTdA/s400/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutos depois nos encontramos: Emerson Fittipaldi, Gerson e Cupertino.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fundo a bandeira do Brasil e a suástica budista, significado de eternidade, força e inteligência (veja a postagem sobre o &lt;a href="http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/05/templo-zu-lai.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Templo Zu Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sgbtky9Y25I/AAAAAAAAJG0/PtKKmwQ5-CA/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sgbtky9Y25I/AAAAAAAAJG0/PtKKmwQ5-CA/s400/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolta: &lt;strong&gt;Cupertino&lt;/strong&gt; seguido por &lt;strong&gt;Wesley&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gerson&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt; (eu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SgbtlAocZMI/AAAAAAAAJG8/NU-i47xud8g/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SgbtlAocZMI/AAAAAAAAJG8/NU-i47xud8g/s400/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tinha bastante coisa na bike do viajante... Eu dei uma voltinha nela. Não fica muito pesada pra pedalar, mas é muito pesada pra empurrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SgbtlGCF1oI/AAAAAAAAJHE/bjdqjAW_Ck8/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SgbtlGCF1oI/AAAAAAAAJHE/bjdqjAW_Ck8/s400/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim: chegada em casa. A mãe do Cupertino deve ter se assustado com aquele montinho de ciclistas na porta, e acho que ela não queria muito tirar foto, rsss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois a mãe do Cuper apareceu com um bolo gelado que quase atrasou os nossos planos, hummm, que delícia... Mas deu tudo certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-5862304021138880634?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5862304021138880634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=5862304021138880634' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5862304021138880634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5862304021138880634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/05/cupertino-esta-de-volta.html' title='Cupertino está de volta'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sgbtkq5fNII/AAAAAAAAJGs/EVNg5-1aTdA/s72-c/DSC00278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-726397448333663377</id><published>2009-05-05T14:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:27:49.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De Bariloche até a Terra do Fogo</title><content type='html'>Bom, como já foi noticiado na postagem de Guaxupé, eu e o Olinto já estamos de volta, e nesses dias em que desfrutamos da agradável companhia da Marília e família estamos aproveitando para trabalhar sobre o material de filme e fotos que trouxemos da viagem. Como resultado já temos um pequeno vídeo clipe com a sugestiva música "Destination Unknown".&lt;br /&gt;Nessa viagem de 2 meses percorremos os caminhos entre Bariloche e a Terra do Fogo, cruzando várias vezes da Argentina para o Chile e vice e versa, percorrendo partes da Carreteira Austral e do desértico Pampa argentino:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn-WL8Nm5S8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qn-WL8Nm5S8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece, segue a tradução da letra da música usada no vídeo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Destination Unknown&lt;/span&gt; (Crystal Waters)&lt;br /&gt;“Larguei meu trabalho, meu chefe, meu carro e minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Estou saindo para um destindo que ainda não conheço&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer lugar que ninguém tenha responsabilidades em casa&lt;br /&gt;E se você gosta disso, pode me seguir&lt;br /&gt;Então vamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrão]&lt;br /&gt;Siga-me&lt;br /&gt;E vamos&lt;br /&gt;Ao lugar a que pertencemos&lt;br /&gt;E deixar nossos problemas em casa&lt;br /&gt;Venha comigo&lt;br /&gt;Nós podemos ir&lt;br /&gt;A um paraíso de amor e felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Um destino desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não sentirei mais aquelas pesadas obrigações&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida melhora e eu finalmente me divirto&lt;br /&gt;Sim todo mundo quer vir aqui, então&lt;br /&gt;Venha e junte-se a nós&lt;br /&gt;Você pode fazer isso agora&lt;br /&gt;Vamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[refrão]&lt;br /&gt;Nós deixamos a cidade, a poluição, a multidão&lt;br /&gt;O ar está limpo, o oceano azul&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo aquele som&lt;br /&gt;Estamos felizes por este destino que encontramos&lt;br /&gt;E se você quer isso, pode me seguir&lt;br /&gt;Vamos!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-726397448333663377?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/726397448333663377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=726397448333663377' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/726397448333663377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/726397448333663377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-bariloche-ate-terra-do-fogo.html' title='De Bariloche até a Terra do Fogo'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2500835181056965188</id><published>2009-05-02T16:09:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:09:01.082-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zu Lai'/><title type='text'>Templo Zu Lai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULIANO PEREIRA&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="http://abilityrunningteam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://abilityrunningteam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) escreveu sobre o pedal para o Templo Zu Lai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No último domingo dia 26 fomos pedalando até o templo Zu Lai em Cotia. O dia estava prometendo (chuva), nublado com muitas nuvens e mesmo assim a galera que chegou cedo para o pedal estava rindo à toa. A chuva não apareceu e o pedal foi perfeito. Seguimos para Giovani Gronchi, Francisco Morato, rodoanel e Raposo Tavares. Na Raposo levei minha primeira bronca do grupo por desgarrar do rebanho, ainda bem que estávamos a caminho de um templo de paz senão eu já teria virado oferenda. rsrsrsrs O templo é um local maravilhoso o que rendeu muitas fotos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvPA1cuSI/AAAAAAAAI_4/aHSYLVPu1zU/s1600-h/Zu+Lai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330836150147660066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvPA1cuSI/AAAAAAAAI_4/aHSYLVPu1zU/s400/Zu+Lai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rodoanel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvPCJ4qaI/AAAAAAAAI_w/StuGU5vuPFI/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330836150501812642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvPCJ4qaI/AAAAAAAAI_w/StuGU5vuPFI/s400/Zu+Lai+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvO19O09I/AAAAAAAAI_o/QxCfWUZZ75E/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330836147227513810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvO19O09I/AAAAAAAAI_o/QxCfWUZZ75E/s400/Zu+Lai+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entrada do Templo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvOzSRGhI/AAAAAAAAI_g/oS_zsPxZHs4/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330836146510436882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvOzSRGhI/AAAAAAAAI_g/oS_zsPxZHs4/s400/Zu+Lai+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvOmdkCAI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/LrpDZOQ2fz4/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330836143068153858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvOmdkCAI/AAAAAAAAI_Y/LrpDZOQ2fz4/s400/Zu+Lai+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Participantes: &lt;strong&gt;Menghe, Bruna, Gerson, René, Wesley, Tony, Fátima, Cleber e Juliano&lt;/strong&gt;. Não, o René não é aquele entre o Gerson e o Wesley. O René foi quem tirou a foto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru9HrPU0I/AAAAAAAAI_M/d3KF2mVxA8o/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835842746241858" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru9HrPU0I/AAAAAAAAI_M/d3KF2mVxA8o/s400/Zu+Lai+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru8xI5FVI/AAAAAAAAI_E/fD5sPav2XFw/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835836696597842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru8xI5FVI/AAAAAAAAI_E/fD5sPav2XFw/s400/Zu+Lai+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru84QgqyI/AAAAAAAAI-8/Nqjk0Zj0LcM/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835838607600418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru84QgqyI/AAAAAAAAI-8/Nqjk0Zj0LcM/s400/Zu+Lai+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru8j2yKSI/AAAAAAAAI-0/gghGFcpZKdI/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835833130985762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru8j2yKSI/AAAAAAAAI-0/gghGFcpZKdI/s400/Zu+Lai+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru8lx_hBI/AAAAAAAAI-s/lX4sFTolGho/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835833647760402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfru8lx_hBI/AAAAAAAAI-s/lX4sFTolGho/s400/Zu+Lai+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrunE8aPgI/AAAAAAAAI-k/rgseREtATfA/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835464055832066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrunE8aPgI/AAAAAAAAI-k/rgseREtATfA/s400/Zu+Lai+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrunO6GcEI/AAAAAAAAI-c/88vIp-GlXMc/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835466730500162" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrunO6GcEI/AAAAAAAAI-c/88vIp-GlXMc/s400/Zu+Lai+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfrumwp375I/AAAAAAAAI-U/F0sNuViuSLQ/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835458609377170" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfrumwp375I/AAAAAAAAI-U/F0sNuViuSLQ/s400/Zu+Lai+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encontramos também algumas estátuas que possuiam a simbologia suástica".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O símbolo foi incorporado, desde a Dinastia Liao, nos ideogramas chineses, com o sinal representativo 萬 ou 万 (&lt;em&gt;wan&lt;/em&gt;, em chinês; &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;, em japonês; &lt;em&gt;van&lt;/em&gt;, em vietnamita), significando algo como "tudo" ou "eternidade", mas o desenho 卐 (suástica virada à direita) é raramente usado.&lt;br /&gt;Em razão da associação da suástica voltada para a direita com o nazismo após a segunda metade do século XX, a suástica budista, fora da Índia, tem sido utilizada apenas na sua forma (卍 - virada para a esquerda).&lt;br /&gt;A suástica, usada na arte e escultura budistas, é conhecida dentro da língua japonesa como &lt;em&gt;manji&lt;/em&gt; (que, literalmente, pode ser traduzido como: caractere chinês para eternidade - 万字), e representa o Dharma, a harmonia universal, o equilíbrio dos opostos. O símbolo virado à esquerda representa amor e piedade; voltado para a direita é força e inteligência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Su%C3%A1stica#Budismo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Su%C3%A1stica#Budismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfrum61lHcI/AAAAAAAAI-M/9bvkONiy_kg/s1600-h/Zu+Lai+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330835461342830018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sfrum61lHcI/AAAAAAAAI-M/9bvkONiy_kg/s400/Zu+Lai+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliano, obrigada pela colaboração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2500835181056965188?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2500835181056965188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2500835181056965188' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2500835181056965188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2500835181056965188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/05/templo-zu-lai.html' title='Templo Zu Lai'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfrvPA1cuSI/AAAAAAAAI_4/aHSYLVPu1zU/s72-c/Zu+Lai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2288302732063685113</id><published>2009-04-30T23:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:59:01.057-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Processo Seletivo Babikers 2009 - aprovados na primeira fase</title><content type='html'>Conforme descrito no Edital do Processo Seletivo Babikers 2009, segue abaixo a lista de candidatos aprovados na primeira fase, em ordem alfabética:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. WESLEY VIANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os candidatos acima estão aptos a participar da segunda fase do processo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenciosamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Equipe Babikers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2288302732063685113?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2288302732063685113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2288302732063685113' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2288302732063685113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2288302732063685113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/04/processo-seletivo-babikers-2009_30.html' title='Processo Seletivo Babikers 2009 - aprovados na primeira fase'/><author><name>Babikers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6109392570645467448</id><published>2009-04-27T20:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:53:06.137-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafaela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guaxupé'/><title type='text'>Passeios Babikers em Guaxupé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De volta da Patagônia, Rafaela e Olinto estão de Motor Home estacionado no quintal da casa da Marília, em Guaxupé/MG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como o fim de semana teve feriado (18, 19, 20 e 21 de abril), eu e o Gerson fomos até lá matar as saudades e desfrutar da companhia desses queridos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O edital do processo seletivo Babiker diz:&lt;br /&gt;"Entende-se por passeio Babiker qualquer passeio (ciclístico ou não) organizado ou frequentado por três ou mais Babikers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, presentes Rafaela, Gerson e Bruna, tudo virou passeio Babiker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421520335137170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoouHl6ZI/AAAAAAAAI7U/Nnk4MiMykm8/s400/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruna, Gerson, Rafaela e Olinto, saindo da casa da Marília.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoodhT0RI/AAAAAAAAI7M/IRisxGC3dgA/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421515879600402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoodhT0RI/AAAAAAAAI7M/IRisxGC3dgA/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passeio do primeiro dia saímos da casa da Marília na cidade com destino à fazenda. São apenas 7km pelo caminho mais curto, que não fizemos... Entramos pelas estradas entre as fazendas, seguindo uma planilha feita pelo Binho. E nos perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXooPlmCoI/AAAAAAAAI7E/OpkKBbe6dwU/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421512139475586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXooPlmCoI/AAAAAAAAI7E/OpkKBbe6dwU/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXooPzemII/AAAAAAAAI68/ezMJKeB1UuU/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421512197707906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXooPzemII/AAAAAAAAI68/ezMJKeB1UuU/s400/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho ainda furou o pneu da bicicleta do Olinto e caiu o taquinho da sapatilha do Gerson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXonpDvQ3I/AAAAAAAAI60/tn5DBvcEQAs/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421501796926322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXonpDvQ3I/AAAAAAAAI60/tn5DBvcEQAs/s400/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que chato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXodDP8AlI/AAAAAAAAI6s/e8QPkbb9f0E/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421319848854098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXodDP8AlI/AAAAAAAAI6s/e8QPkbb9f0E/s400/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais andávamos, mais íamos pro meio do mato. Pulamos 4 cercas com as bikes, tentamos seguir estradas que acabavam no nada... Não dava mais nem pra voltar pelo mesmo caminho. Tentamos pedir informações em umas casas, mas não tinha ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Não tiramos fotos da hora em que a estrada acabou e pedalamos pelo mato, mas imaginem, rsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXodObDWmI/AAAAAAAAI6k/Ot0ncSyCzW0/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421322848262754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXodObDWmI/AAAAAAAAI6k/Ot0ncSyCzW0/s400/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, um trator passou e podemos pedir informações e chegar até a estrada de asfalto, ufaa... Dali pra frente seria fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoc7bdMII/AAAAAAAAI6c/_imMmAWL8Jo/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421317749682306" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoc7bdMII/AAAAAAAAI6c/_imMmAWL8Jo/s400/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos na fazenda "um pouco" atrasados pra o churrasco, mas tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoc6zZrII/AAAAAAAAI6U/MqhXXcLjTZc/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421317581679746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoc6zZrII/AAAAAAAAI6U/MqhXXcLjTZc/s400/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passeio do dia seguinte foi mais &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;, com mapa pra seguir e tudo mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXocjRZwSI/AAAAAAAAI6M/tHvpi1t0CkQ/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421311265063202" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXocjRZwSI/AAAAAAAAI6M/tHvpi1t0CkQ/s400/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terça-feira a Marília resolveu nos levar até a obra de uma casa que ela projetou (pra tirar de nós a impressão de que ela faz projetos de varandas de arquinho, hihihihi).&lt;br /&gt;E fomos de bicicleta, que bom! Assim a Marília participou de seu primeiro passeio ciclístico Babiker, e foi muito bem. Andou até na terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88a2624100aa7330" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88a2624100aa7330%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84A59AB9E5489BBB85DCB2BE2DD378BA36F06641.502612C447B30CA6C3674FB8E27B1DDEEDB8A8A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88a2624100aa7330%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC7GyK7u3jOOLS8AeketMzIgUzs4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88a2624100aa7330%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84A59AB9E5489BBB85DCB2BE2DD378BA36F06641.502612C447B30CA6C3674FB8E27B1DDEEDB8A8A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88a2624100aa7330%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC7GyK7u3jOOLS8AeketMzIgUzs4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXqMd7wrOI/AAAAAAAAI7c/GEIlYfhI6LU/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329423233977461986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXqMd7wrOI/AAAAAAAAI7c/GEIlYfhI6LU/s400/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este lago é a vista que o cliente da Marília terá de seu quarto e do escritório... Chato, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoNPGIwgI/AAAAAAAAI58/6hQwSWI56Zk/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421048151065090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoNPGIwgI/AAAAAAAAI58/6hQwSWI56Zk/s400/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoMyNvl-I/AAAAAAAAI50/TaNyJFkyYEs/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421040398342114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoMyNvl-I/AAAAAAAAI50/TaNyJFkyYEs/s400/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoMwW8gpI/AAAAAAAAI5s/6K4Xn9XaA9w/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421039900066450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoMwW8gpI/AAAAAAAAI5s/6K4Xn9XaA9w/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoMiJPIwI/AAAAAAAAI5k/sLo-oH2sVHo/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329421036084470530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoMiJPIwI/AAAAAAAAI5k/sLo-oH2sVHo/s400/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por fim... Não tem ninguém que não empurre a bicicleta nos primeiros passeios, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaxupé é sempre muito bom... Que pena que acaba rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6109392570645467448?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=88a2624100aa7330&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6109392570645467448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6109392570645467448' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6109392570645467448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6109392570645467448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/04/passeios-babikers-em-guaxupe.html' title='Passeios Babikers em Guaxupé'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SfXoouHl6ZI/AAAAAAAAI7U/Nnk4MiMykm8/s72-c/DSC00091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3722480506323990791</id><published>2009-04-17T14:14:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:28:36.623-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curucutu'/><title type='text'>Núcleo Curucutu - Parque Estadual da Serra do Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No último domingo fizemos mais um ótimo passeio. Até o Núcleo Curucutu, que fica no Parque Estadual da Serra do Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiba mais sobre ele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÚCLEO CURUCUTU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Parque Estadual da Serra do Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Localização: Estado de São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Municípios: São Paulo (5.506,97hec - 9,45%), Juquitiba (2.941,22hec - 11,08%), Itanhaém (21.094,46hec - 79,47%).&lt;br /&gt;Superfície aproximada: 26.542,65 hectares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1958 a Fazenda Curucutu, produtora de carvão, foi adquirida pelo Governo do Estado e tornou os 12.029,00 hectares em Reserva Florestal, através do Serviço Florestal do Estado - Seção de Reservas da Capital, a qual além de garantir a integridade física da área, desenvolvia pesquisas objetivando a recuperação da área desflorestada com espécie de rápido crescimento, onde a partir de 1963 foram produzidas e cultivadas aproximadamente 63.000 árvores de &lt;em&gt;Pinus elliopti&lt;/em&gt;. O nome Curucutu tem origem indígena; a região apresenta uma fauna e flora singular, com pequenos roedores, insetos e répteis endêmicos, muito apreciados por aves de rapina, em particular as de hábito noturnos. Acredita-se que, durante a migração dos índios guaranis em busca de lugares altos, ao alcançarem estes campos, no alto da Serra, depararam com enorme quantidade destas aves (corujas) e batizaram a região com algo relacionado ao local, ou seja, Curucutu - espécie de coruja. Acredita-se existirem mais de cinco espécies, entre elas a suindara com aproximadamente 60 cm de envergadura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É onde se situam as cabeceiras dos rios Capivari, Embu-Guaçu, Itariri e Mambu. Essa crista da Serra do Mar, com mais de 800 metros de altura, é coberta por rara mata nebular, com arbustos baixos e samambaias onde se abrigam répteis, pequenos roedores e insetos raros como os gafanhotos gigantes, petiscos muito apreciados pela morucututu e suindara (dois tipos de corujas). Aberto aos visitantes ecológicos, o espaço é também usado pelos pesquisadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, o parque mantém somente duas trilhas abertas para os visitantes. A mais longa é a Trilha do Mirante, que leva até o topo de um morro onde está encravado o marco divisório entre os municípios de São Paulo, Itanhaém e Juquitiba. De lá de cima dá para ver o mar. Ao todo são 2.260 metros de caminhada. Lá de cima dá para ver o mar de morros e serranias e nenhum vestígio da grande metrópole. Numa elevação próxima fica uma antiga capela, usada pelos funcionários da velha fazenda de carvão para fazer suas orações. Na verdade, ali houve a destruição toda a vegetação nativa da parte continental da serra. As árvores centenárias foram arrancadas e queimadas em fornos feitos nos barrancos. Os recursos combustíveis da Mata Atlântica, na virada do século XIX, equivaliam a 6,2 bilhões de toneladas de carvão. A indústria paulista foi movida pela floresta. Hoje, dá para sentir, durante esse curto trajeto, a recuperação da mata, que já está no padrão de secundária tardia. Nesse estágio, as árvores chegam, no máximo a 10 metros. Próximo à sede do parque, no começo da trilha, existe um bosque de pinus plantado pelo governo. São cerca de 60 mil árvores de bom porte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda caminhada é pela Trilha da Bica. Segue por 1.100 metros em meio ao tapete de esporões de pinheiros até chegar a uma canaleta de bambu de onde jorra um grosso filete de água límpida, um pequeno poço com pedras no fundo. Mais acima há uma pequena cascata e também um outro poço maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terceira, a Trilha do Avião, em formato circular, tem seis mil metros de percurso. Segue da sede até o topo de um morrete próximo onde caiu um avião Cessna, há alguns anos. Os destroços ainda permanecem por lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sede do parque há construções e um galpão onde são realizadas palestras e conferências sobre educação ambiental. O núcleo só dispõe de alojamento para pesquisadores. Nos arredores é possível fazer camping selvagem. A região não dispõe de bares ou restaurantes. As comunidades locais estão organizando serviços de refeições caseiras para os visitantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.itanhaem.sp.gov.br/secretarias/habitacao/curucutu.htm"&gt;http://www.itanhaem.sp.gov.br/secretarias/habitacao/curucutu.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei8JFyNEAI/AAAAAAAAIdA/_oaQuSx3duc/s1600-h/Curucutu+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713423723204610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei8JFyNEAI/AAAAAAAAIdA/_oaQuSx3duc/s400/Curucutu+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabíamos como chegar até lá. Então pelalamos até o Cipó e começamos a seguir o percurso indicado nestes mapas da rua. (Menghe, imitando a "moça do tempo")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei8JMEEiZI/AAAAAAAAIc4/tN7NfmSt4dc/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713425408756114" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei8JMEEiZI/AAAAAAAAIc4/tN7NfmSt4dc/s400/Curucutu+01+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrada do Mambu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei8IxXa7KI/AAAAAAAAIcw/XfLchlENqdc/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713418242157730" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei8IxXa7KI/AAAAAAAAIcw/XfLchlENqdc/s400/Curucutu+01+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais estrada do Mambu. A paisagem é linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7_ZtbLyI/AAAAAAAAIco/JdOlPi7YmIw/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713257273175842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7_ZtbLyI/AAAAAAAAIco/JdOlPi7YmIw/s400/Curucutu+01+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que de repente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7_X9m1_I/AAAAAAAAIcY/mUKNc75Moh4/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713256804177906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7_X9m1_I/AAAAAAAAIcY/mUKNc75Moh4/s400/Curucutu+01+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itanhaém? Será possível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7_MNPI0I/AAAAAAAAIcQ/FWnZw-fw0_w/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713253648507714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7_MNPI0I/AAAAAAAAIcQ/FWnZw-fw0_w/s400/Curucutu+01+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos seguindo os mapas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7_Fw2fuI/AAAAAAAAIcI/2GJImCSM6QI/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713251918839522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7_Fw2fuI/AAAAAAAAIcI/2GJImCSM6QI/s400/Curucutu+01+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que... Chegamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7yydtCgI/AAAAAAAAIcA/ggCxBgbZB2g/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713040579824130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7yydtCgI/AAAAAAAAIcA/ggCxBgbZB2g/s400/Curucutu+01+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7ywsxS9I/AAAAAAAAIb4/nAiPc3d4kmw/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713040106146770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7ywsxS9I/AAAAAAAAIb4/nAiPc3d4kmw/s400/Curucutu+01+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7y9iT-5I/AAAAAAAAIbw/ZY_cfl0mNfY/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713043551943570" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7y9iT-5I/AAAAAAAAIbw/ZY_cfl0mNfY/s400/Curucutu+01+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7yllrspI/AAAAAAAAIbo/g0TenlQPt0U/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713037123629714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7yllrspI/AAAAAAAAIbo/g0TenlQPt0U/s400/Curucutu+01+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subindo a trilha para o mirante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7ynJ0_FI/AAAAAAAAIbg/y7unv9ks9kE/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713037543668818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7ynJ0_FI/AAAAAAAAIbg/y7unv9ks9kE/s400/Curucutu+01+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco divisório entre os municípios de São Paulo, Itanhaém e Juquitiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7dzoIJ5I/AAAAAAAAIbY/lk8UTnH_X2c/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712680114726802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7dzoIJ5I/AAAAAAAAIbY/lk8UTnH_X2c/s400/Curucutu+01+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirante... Vimos o mar lá embaixo sim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7dhmgu7I/AAAAAAAAIbA/sLLsv7oQWKI/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(16).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712675276110770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7dhmgu7I/AAAAAAAAIbA/sLLsv7oQWKI/s400/Curucutu+01+(16).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós: &lt;strong&gt;Bruna, Gerson, Joice, Menghe, Cleber, Wesley, Paulo Paiakan, Renato&lt;/strong&gt; e o funcionário do núcleo Curucutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7d_vksHI/AAAAAAAAIbQ/HZ9GBz57kGo/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712683367182450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7d_vksHI/AAAAAAAAIbQ/HZ9GBz57kGo/s400/Curucutu+01+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descendo pela trilha da bica. Molhamos os pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712677559753186" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7dqG-WeI/AAAAAAAAIbI/GHms_2rNVRI/s400/Curucutu+01+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7dtakexI/AAAAAAAAIa4/5Fo8Qi19W8A/s1600-h/Curucutu+01+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712678447250194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei7dtakexI/AAAAAAAAIa4/5Fo8Qi19W8A/s400/Curucutu+01+(17).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Jubileu, o ganso flanelinha. Cuidado com ele!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3722480506323990791?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3722480506323990791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3722480506323990791' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3722480506323990791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3722480506323990791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/04/nucleo-curucutu-parque-estadual-da.html' title='Núcleo Curucutu - Parque Estadual da Serra do Mar'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sei8JFyNEAI/AAAAAAAAIdA/_oaQuSx3duc/s72-c/Curucutu+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-940552176716649211</id><published>2009-04-15T14:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:51:24.685-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Processo seletivo Babikers 2009 - Candidatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recebemos dois vídeos de inscrição para nosso processo seletivo 2009. Por favor, &lt;strong&gt;deixe sua opinião sobre eles nos comentários&lt;/strong&gt;. Os candidatos tem potencial pra fazer parte dos Babikers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os vídeos dispensam maiores explicações, então vamos lá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ED CUPERTINO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mandou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKCUeXZlQjQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0xcd311b" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cuper ainda não entregou o questionário obrigatório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WEZZ VIANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mandou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wiIUaztdC8s&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0xcd311b" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos destacar algumas partes interessantes do questionário do Wesley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."conheço o Jorge a algum tempo e lembro que uma vez ele foi pro SENAI (se não me falha a memória) com a cara toda arrebentada.. o olho vermelho cheio de sangue.. parecia q tinham batido nele como naquele filme “Kids” (filme que por sinal marcou minha juventude.. não sei porque passam essas coisas nas escolas públicas.. rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;voltando ao assunto.. naquela época uns 5 anos atrás o Jorge já andava de bike tanto que teve essa queda ai que eu pensei que ele nunca fosse se recuperar.. rsrs.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."não sei quando comecei a andar de bike lembro mais dos tombos.. uma vez estava descendo a milhão 'pra variar' uma rua paralela a minha rua.. e tinha um grupinho de pessoas jogando 'Voley' então eu com toda minha consciência de perigo.. pedalei mais rápido para passar logo pelo grupo que estava no meio da rua.. mas bem quando eu ia passar do lado de uma menina.. jogaram a bola pra ela.. e a bola veio na minha direção.. ela pulou na minha frente (ela estava de costas pra mim) e ai eu bati em cheio com a Bike nela.. a Bike passou por cima de nós dois e eu cai em cima da menina... eu não sofri nenhum arranhão.. já ela foi tipo o meu 'AirBag' muito triste.. muito triste.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."o mais interessante é q essas coisas doidas só acontecem quando estou sozinho.. por isso que eu preciso entrar no Babiker.. em grupo contenho um pouco o meu desejo de atopelar pessoas e bater em carros."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Descreva resumidamente sua bicicleta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Resumidamente? tá... a Bike não é minha, é do Jorge, e ela tem cor de vomito de nenem de 3 meses e 7 dias exatamente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Conte uma piada de sua preferência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Existia um pintinho que se chamava Relan, um dia estava chovendo muito, mas muito forte e.... Relan Piou ¬¬"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-940552176716649211?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/940552176716649211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=940552176716649211' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/940552176716649211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/940552176716649211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/04/processo-seletivo-babikers-2009.html' title='Processo seletivo Babikers 2009 - Candidatos'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1488079009564603707</id><published>2009-04-08T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:43:58.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anhanguera'/><title type='text'>Parque Anhanguera</title><content type='html'>Nosso último passeio foi até o Parque Anhanguera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos bastante na rodovia. O caminho foi tranquilo, mas pedalar na Anhanguera em obras não é lá muito interessante. Alguns quilometros depois, chegamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXE9r6lJI/AAAAAAAAIHE/NlRcJkD7Ru8/s1600-h/DSC08421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365339923289234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXE9r6lJI/AAAAAAAAIHE/NlRcJkD7Ru8/s400/DSC08421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O parque tem uma ciclovia bem legal, arborizada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXElCUDvI/AAAAAAAAIG8/hDBjzGx1Jc8/s1600-h/DSC06747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365333306347250" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXElCUDvI/AAAAAAAAIG8/hDBjzGx1Jc8/s400/DSC06747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXEbIirAI/AAAAAAAAIG0/as0TWhtEILA/s1600-h/DSC06752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365330648116226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXEbIirAI/AAAAAAAAIG0/as0TWhtEILA/s400/DSC06752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXEaa7p6I/AAAAAAAAIGs/O6sZYjnGvj8/s1600-h/DSC06762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365330456815522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXEaa7p6I/AAAAAAAAIGs/O6sZYjnGvj8/s400/DSC06762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4oInXdI/AAAAAAAAIGk/Q_Y4edYuTXs/s1600-h/DSC06763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365127979654610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4oInXdI/AAAAAAAAIGk/Q_Y4edYuTXs/s400/DSC06763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem foi: &lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Bruna&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cleber&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Fátima&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tony&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Menghe&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wesley&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Renato&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4uwZ6UI/AAAAAAAAIGc/dlQlwHTlqlQ/s1600-h/DSC06764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365129757157698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4uwZ6UI/AAAAAAAAIGc/dlQlwHTlqlQ/s400/DSC06764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cadê a mochila do Ventura??? O Menghe fez sua boa ação do dia e trocou o pneu da bike de um rapaz que estava chegando ao parque. Precisou de chave pra tirar a roda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4TqO4CI/AAAAAAAAIGU/RmrOMN-Nsi0/s1600-h/DSC08430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365122483511330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4TqO4CI/AAAAAAAAIGU/RmrOMN-Nsi0/s400/DSC08430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trópico de Capricórnio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4cKKTJI/AAAAAAAAIGM/CV1IOLLKJH8/s1600-h/DSC08435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365124764912786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4cKKTJI/AAAAAAAAIGM/CV1IOLLKJH8/s400/DSC08435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furou o pneu da minha bike também, mais um pro Menghe trocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4N7OXbI/AAAAAAAAIGE/zoolbaD7PjM/s1600-h/DSC06765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365120944168370" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzW4N7OXbI/AAAAAAAAIGE/zoolbaD7PjM/s400/DSC06765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em frente ao SBT, Jorge entrevista Wesley. Acho que faz parte do vídeo que o Wesley está fazendo pra entrar pros Babikers. Será que ele consegue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1488079009564603707?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1488079009564603707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1488079009564603707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1488079009564603707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1488079009564603707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/04/parque-anhanguera.html' title='Parque Anhanguera'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdzXE9r6lJI/AAAAAAAAIHE/NlRcJkD7Ru8/s72-c/DSC08421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-4216968977507831235</id><published>2009-04-02T13:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:10:31.562-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Paulo'/><title type='text'>ESTRADA DE MANUTENÇÃO: de São Paulo a São Vicente</title><content type='html'>O passeio começou bem cedo na região do Grajaú. Como de costume, embarcamos na balsa que leva à ilha do Bororé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTuLfQO5II/AAAAAAAAH8M/BPBOC2unqsI/s1600-h/DSC06691+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138940966954114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTuLfQO5II/AAAAAAAAH8M/BPBOC2unqsI/s400/DSC06691+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTuLWOIj4I/AAAAAAAAH8E/DngZNCLski4/s1600-h/DSC06693+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138938542231426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTuLWOIj4I/AAAAAAAAH8E/DngZNCLski4/s400/DSC06693+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns quilômetros depois, a estrada de terra passa sob a Imigrantes. Subimos até ela por uma trilhazinha e continuamos, sentido litoral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTuLD8uzuI/AAAAAAAAH78/xxkS_zElbiw/s1600-h/DSC08273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138933637402338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTuLD8uzuI/AAAAAAAAH78/xxkS_zElbiw/s400/DSC08273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco pra frente do Rancho da Pamonha começa a estrada de manutenção. Não fomos barrados. O passeio todo foi bastante tranquilo e agradável. Sem muita pressa e sem muita demora. Dá até vontade de ir de novo na semana que vem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8iEA_OI/AAAAAAAAH70/yEwrS_bA-uQ/s1600-h/DSC06701+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138684022979810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8iEA_OI/AAAAAAAAH70/yEwrS_bA-uQ/s400/DSC06701+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8RBPWHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/2ntqbmifKRI/s1600-h/DSC08300-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138679447935090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8RBPWHI/AAAAAAAAH7s/2ntqbmifKRI/s400/DSC08300-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem estava lá: &lt;strong&gt;Renato, Menghe, Bruna, Tony, Allyson, Ricardo, Juliano, Cupertino, Cleber&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Wesley&lt;/strong&gt;. Dez ciclistas ao todo... Quer dizer, o passeio começou com dez ciclistas... Ah, deixa pra lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8BkKZbI/AAAAAAAAH7k/G8BbCR04sO8/s1600-h/DSC08307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138675299444146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8BkKZbI/AAAAAAAAH7k/G8BbCR04sO8/s400/DSC08307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8CugPiI/AAAAAAAAH7c/_nrRN008prs/s1600-h/DSC06717+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138675611254306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8CugPiI/AAAAAAAAH7c/_nrRN008prs/s400/DSC06717+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umas 10:30h nós já estávamos na praia, em São Vicente. Almoçamos, descansamos, conversamos, alguns entraram na água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8GiEjtI/AAAAAAAAH7U/Ql8IOrh5-Mk/s1600-h/DSC06725+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138676632850130" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTt8GiEjtI/AAAAAAAAH7U/Ql8IOrh5-Mk/s400/DSC06725+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois foi só colocar as bikes no ônibus e voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-4216968977507831235?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/4216968977507831235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=4216968977507831235' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4216968977507831235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4216968977507831235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/04/estrada-de-manutencao-de-sao-paulo-sao.html' title='ESTRADA DE MANUTENÇÃO: de São Paulo a São Vicente'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SdTuLfQO5II/AAAAAAAAH8M/BPBOC2unqsI/s72-c/DSC06691+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3875088393790547595</id><published>2009-03-25T17:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:01:24.097-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedalando e Aprendendo'/><title type='text'>Pedalando e Aprendendo - 25/03</title><content type='html'>Neste domingo fomos ao passeio do &lt;a href="http://www.pedalandoeaprendendo.sp.gov.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pedalando e Aprendendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, programa que consiste em receber bicicletas e capacetes para doação e em capacitar jovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babikers e PMDs juntaram-se aos cerca de 8000 inscritos para fazer o percurso de 8km na pista expressa da Marginal Pinheiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpojQKhGcI/AAAAAAAAHsc/iT_d0asqEGg/s1600-h/DSC06608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317177264908081602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpojQKhGcI/AAAAAAAAHsc/iT_d0asqEGg/s400/DSC06608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí está a galera: &lt;strong&gt;Roberto&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Raquel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Allyson&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Menghe&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Fátima&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wesley&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tony&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cupertino&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tânia&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cleber&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gerson&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; (não estou na foto mas minha bicicleta está).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos ainda o &lt;strong&gt;Manoel&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;Patricia&lt;/strong&gt; e o &lt;strong&gt;Alexandre&lt;/strong&gt;, além da &lt;strong&gt;Claudinha&lt;/strong&gt; com toda a família (inclusive sobrinhas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E além disso eu conheci a &lt;a href="http://aninhaneumann.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aninha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; minha amiga de blog que de vez em quando posta algum comentário aqui... Que legal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Scpoi4SsrtI/AAAAAAAAHsU/4SWBTsGlSHg/s1600-h/DSC06651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317177258499944146" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Scpoi4SsrtI/AAAAAAAAHsU/4SWBTsGlSHg/s400/DSC06651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A massa de ciclistas passou por um acesso à ponte estaiada (ou estilingão) e desceu até a pista expressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Scpoi3r8bBI/AAAAAAAAHsM/urg3hcOVRsc/s1600-h/DSC06657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317177258337397778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Scpoi3r8bBI/AAAAAAAAHsM/urg3hcOVRsc/s400/DSC06657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Raquel apareceu depois de muito tempo, você notaram? Bem vinda de volta aos passeios, Raquel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoCp9-63I/AAAAAAAAHsE/V-Yncf24wQg/s1600-h/DSC06660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317176704899148658" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoCp9-63I/AAAAAAAAHsE/V-Yncf24wQg/s400/DSC06660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cupertino, acreditem, não aguentou o ritmo e precisou empurrar a bicicleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoCa2COWI/AAAAAAAAHr8/6Qr30U8h1kA/s1600-h/DSC06673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317176700839278946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoCa2COWI/AAAAAAAAHr8/6Qr30U8h1kA/s400/DSC06673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um monte de ciclistas na pista expressa, bem que podia ser assim todo domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoCOv1S0I/AAAAAAAAHr0/hC98AnV9J7Q/s1600-h/DSC06676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317176697592040258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoCOv1S0I/AAAAAAAAHr0/hC98AnV9J7Q/s400/DSC06676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoBn6OShI/AAAAAAAAHrs/QZF6qsxG6CE/s1600-h/DSC06677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317176687166638610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoBn6OShI/AAAAAAAAHrs/QZF6qsxG6CE/s400/DSC06677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooodo mundo quis tirar uma foto com o Baianinho sósia do Cupertino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoBCV1MLI/AAAAAAAAHrk/8QnOThGbo9o/s1600-h/DSC06685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317176677081886898" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpoBCV1MLI/AAAAAAAAHrk/8QnOThGbo9o/s400/DSC06685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do passeio demos uma esticadinha até o Parque do Povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a pergunta que não quer calar: &lt;strong&gt;Será que o Cupertino vai conseguir ser um Babiker???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em breve divulgaremos o vídeo de inscrição dele, aqui neste blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9870ad37451526e8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9870ad37451526e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DC4D9FC0B5F7A03A5B1B1D3EE307187A8619919.20051EBAFB4B28B84A0E2B5F9CDCF56143C4575A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9870ad37451526e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_zipSd2SqDvAZFuv8YZk_88zqXQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9870ad37451526e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DC4D9FC0B5F7A03A5B1B1D3EE307187A8619919.20051EBAFB4B28B84A0E2B5F9CDCF56143C4575A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9870ad37451526e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_zipSd2SqDvAZFuv8YZk_88zqXQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos pra todos!&lt;br /&gt;Bruna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3875088393790547595?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9870ad37451526e8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3875088393790547595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3875088393790547595' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3875088393790547595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3875088393790547595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/03/pedalando-e-aprendendo-2503.html' title='Pedalando e Aprendendo - 25/03'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/ScpojQKhGcI/AAAAAAAAHsc/iT_d0asqEGg/s72-c/DSC06608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-657778571308679428</id><published>2009-03-17T17:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:50:07.119-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sram 50k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itupeva'/><title type='text'>Fotos do Sram 50k! Oba!!!</title><content type='html'>Eu pensei que as fotos do site do Sampa Bikers (aquelas em que o Allyson e eu não aparecemos) eram as únicas provas da nossa passagem pelo Sram 50k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas... Não é que o Cupertino tirou algumas antes da largada? Valeu, Cupertino!!! Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_ze3OXmmI/AAAAAAAAHaA/crlw4HKYyrI/s1600-h/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314233796866316898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_ze3OXmmI/AAAAAAAAHaA/crlw4HKYyrI/s400/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allyson e os meninos do Lar Nossa Senhora Aparecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_ze1ftWsI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/v3sAkZXmYyM/s1600-h/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314233796402174658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_ze1ftWsI/AAAAAAAAHZ4/v3sAkZXmYyM/s400/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu com as meninas, rindo não se sabe de que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_zegn8apI/AAAAAAAAHZw/LlZmVTXjvQ8/s1600-h/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314233790799571602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_zegn8apI/AAAAAAAAHZw/LlZmVTXjvQ8/s400/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_zeSUJDcI/AAAAAAAAHZo/913I7iHr3c8/s1600-h/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314233786958417346" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_zeSUJDcI/AAAAAAAAHZo/913I7iHr3c8/s400/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-657778571308679428?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/657778571308679428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=657778571308679428' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/657778571308679428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/657778571308679428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/03/fotos-do-sram-50k-oba.html' title='Fotos do Sram 50k! Oba!!!'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb_ze3OXmmI/AAAAAAAAHaA/crlw4HKYyrI/s72-c/tn_50k+SRAM+Itupeva+-+SP+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3055682395070768668</id><published>2009-03-15T18:45:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:49:02.789-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sram 50k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itupeva'/><title type='text'>SRAM 50K - Nós fomos!</title><content type='html'>Aconteceu no dia 8 de março em Itupeva, próximo ao Hopi Hari (364 dias de sol por ano).&lt;br /&gt;A prova foi dura devido à escassez de sombras em todo o percurso e a água das garrafinhas que ficava morna já no primeiro quilômetro.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim nós, &lt;strong&gt;Gerson, Bruna e Allyson&lt;/strong&gt;, concluimos a prova e voltamos para contar a história...&lt;br /&gt;Fotos?&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperava que o senhor Cupertino tirasse algumas, mas ele precisou voltar pra casa cedo, pedalando um total de 215km, ida e volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vou colocar uma das poucas que aparecem no site do evento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb16OmSdTlI/AAAAAAAAHZA/Sf1CLk8difI/s1600-h/IMG_5609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313537526581775954" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb16OmSdTlI/AAAAAAAAHZA/Sf1CLk8difI/s400/IMG_5609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enontramos muitos conhecidos por lá: os atletas da &lt;a href="http://www.totalbike.com.br/"&gt;Total Bike&lt;/a&gt;, o André e o Ailton dos &lt;a href="http://www.greenbikers.com.br/"&gt;Greenbikers&lt;/a&gt; e também o pessoal do &lt;a href="http://www.larnossasenhoraaparecida.com.br/"&gt;Lar Nossa Senhora Aparecida&lt;/a&gt;, a quem admiro cada vez mais. Ah, e claro, a Tia Cota!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3055682395070768668?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3055682395070768668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3055682395070768668' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3055682395070768668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3055682395070768668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/03/sram-50k-nos-fomos.html' title='SRAM 50K - Nós fomos!'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sb16OmSdTlI/AAAAAAAAHZA/Sf1CLk8difI/s72-c/IMG_5609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5936636990733799359</id><published>2009-03-03T14:10:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:45:09.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pico do Jaraguá'/><title type='text'>Pico do Jaraguá</title><content type='html'>No último domingo, 01/03, realizamos mais um passeio super legal pela cidade de São Paulo: uma ida ao Pico do Jaraguá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rfGde1AI/AAAAAAAAC9w/gNQK2m63H_4/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017717794067458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rfGde1AI/AAAAAAAAC9w/gNQK2m63H_4/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além da dificuldade de subir até o topo, outro fator importante é que o Pico do Jaraguá fica bastante longe das nossas casas... Este fato causou uma certa apreensão a alguns, mas no final conseguimos reunir um grupo de 13 corajosos escaladores, que não se intimidaram com o calor, nem com a distância, nem com o percurso "pirigosinho" (palavra de Cupertino).&lt;br /&gt;Eram eles: &lt;strong&gt;Bruna, Gerson,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jorge, Rafael, Claudinha, Ed Cupertino, Renato, Cleber, Allyson, Antonio "Fantasma"&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Wesley&lt;/strong&gt;. Parados na Marginal para consertar um pneu, encontramos o &lt;strong&gt;Vitor&lt;/strong&gt;, que resolveu nos acompanhar. Mais tarde, já próximo à Anhanguera, o &lt;strong&gt;Éber&lt;/strong&gt; nos esperava para completar o time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4E5vY9erJI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4E5vY9erJI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A subida não é fácil... Mas, respeitados os limites de velocidade, todos conseguiram chegar ao fim. Até mesmo o estreante Wesley, que mostrou que não é fraco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rbGRu_lI/AAAAAAAAC9o/CAUlvQ3n290/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017649025318482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rbGRu_lI/AAAAAAAAC9o/CAUlvQ3n290/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1razoY4nI/AAAAAAAAC9g/VBWUooMKdbA/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017644020064882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1razoY4nI/AAAAAAAAC9g/VBWUooMKdbA/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar lá em cima, até quem nunca faz alongamento precisou fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dsbeh6h__7Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dsbeh6h__7Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o calor estava de matar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1ra3qFfrI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/ukEhCkW6uUs/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017645100924594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1ra3qFfrI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/ukEhCkW6uUs/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1raxtFKEI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/ox1FIW0v63I/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017643502872642" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1raxtFKEI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/ox1FIW0v63I/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rarFycZI/AAAAAAAAC9I/LYndchhhSdA/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017641727455634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rarFycZI/AAAAAAAAC9I/LYndchhhSdA/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rRQPXteI/AAAAAAAAC9A/7_cFDjJG6iU/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017479901066722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rRQPXteI/AAAAAAAAC9A/7_cFDjJG6iU/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rRFGWWYI/AAAAAAAAC84/bW7HEdH08OE/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017476910438786" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rRFGWWYI/AAAAAAAAC84/bW7HEdH08OE/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Gerson e o Wesley fizeram um samba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rREcSkQI/AAAAAAAAC8w/VoHnUtIO0UY/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017476734030082" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rREcSkQI/AAAAAAAAC8w/VoHnUtIO0UY/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o Fantasma e o Cuper tentavam suportar a escada que leva até o ponto mais alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rQ0IuogI/AAAAAAAAC8o/mkD08wLPC8s/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017472357016066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rQ0IuogI/AAAAAAAAC8o/mkD08wLPC8s/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rOSjpAVI/AAAAAAAAC8g/Gx48L7d3vwg/s1600-h/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309017428983349586" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rOSjpAVI/AAAAAAAAC8g/Gx48L7d3vwg/s400/pico+jaragu%C3%A1+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois jogamos um pouco de conversa fora em uma sombrinha... E pra voltar foi só descida... Não foi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-5936636990733799359?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5936636990733799359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=5936636990733799359' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5936636990733799359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5936636990733799359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/03/pico-do-jaragua-0103.html' title='Pico do Jaraguá'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/Sa1rfGde1AI/AAAAAAAAC9w/gNQK2m63H_4/s72-c/pico+jaragu%C3%A1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-7374576914281022390</id><published>2009-02-23T18:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:22:40.226-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ibirapuera'/><title type='text'>Parque do Ibirapuera - 23/02</title><content type='html'>Segunda-feira, véspera de carnaval. Ainda em recuperação após as subidas de Itapecerica, resolvemos fazer um pedal leve até o parque do Ibirapuera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerson&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joice&lt;/span&gt; saíram de casa e encontraram, por coincidência, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menghe&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fátima&lt;/span&gt; que tinham a intenção de pedalar até o Ibirapuera também. Então todos passaram na minha casa onde &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André&lt;/span&gt; nos juntamos ao grupo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdTYIYUWI/AAAAAAAACzo/n8toQheujQM/s1600-h/DSC06515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdTYIYUWI/AAAAAAAACzo/n8toQheujQM/s400/DSC06515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306117004704895330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André, Joice, Gerson. Super felizes por chegar ao parque neste dia ensolarado. Este passeio foi a estréia do André. Acho que ele gostou, apesar do cansaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdTLSV3cI/AAAAAAAACzg/lS6swa-COWg/s1600-h/DSC06524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdTLSV3cI/AAAAAAAACzg/lS6swa-COWg/s400/DSC06524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306117001257016770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marquise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdLqrz2sI/AAAAAAAACzY/g6KEL-ko2ZM/s1600-h/DSC06527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdLqrz2sI/AAAAAAAACzY/g6KEL-ko2ZM/s400/DSC06527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306116872246385346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdLSW351I/AAAAAAAACzQ/kPVTgEw3VN0/s1600-h/DSC06530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdLSW351I/AAAAAAAACzQ/kPVTgEw3VN0/s400/DSC06530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306116865716119378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois nos encontramos com o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorge&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danyela&lt;/span&gt;. Eles alugaram duas bicicletas para andar conosco pelas ciclovias do parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdLK96VbI/AAAAAAAACzI/vlve6LC0crI/s1600-h/DSC06534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdLK96VbI/AAAAAAAACzI/vlve6LC0crI/s400/DSC06534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306116863732372914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bicicletas eram maravilhosas. Até o cara do Celta ali ficou morrendo de inveja. Os pedais faziam um movimento engraçado, tipo um "8", mas pra andar dentro do parque estava bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdJCVKGvI/AAAAAAAACy4/beLC5CSVypk/s1600-h/DSC06537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdJCVKGvI/AAAAAAAACy4/beLC5CSVypk/s400/DSC06537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306116827054217970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de que o banco era muito confortável! Na verdade nem precisavam ter alugado duas bicicletas, acho que os dois podiam sentar juntos ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdJbC_4TI/AAAAAAAACzA/G2j5ddq6eFQ/s1600-h/DSC06536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdJbC_4TI/AAAAAAAACzA/G2j5ddq6eFQ/s400/DSC06536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306116833688936754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Danyela provou que é verdade o que dizem que nunca esquecemos de como andar de bicicleta.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algumas voltinhas fomos pra casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-7374576914281022390?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/7374576914281022390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=7374576914281022390' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/7374576914281022390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/7374576914281022390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/02/parque-do-ibirapuera-2302.html' title='Parque do Ibirapuera - 23/02'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMdTYIYUWI/AAAAAAAACzo/n8toQheujQM/s72-c/DSC06515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3608812532025175472</id><published>2009-02-23T18:22:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:18:31.299-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Itapecerica da Serra'/><title type='text'>Kinkaku-ji - 22/02</title><content type='html'>Domingo de carnaval. Mesmo com a falta de alguns bikers foliões, conseguimos reunir 10 bem dispostos ciclistas para um passeio até Itapecerica da Serra.&lt;br /&gt;O Jorge foi muito corajoso... Desfilou na Peruche sexta-feira, mas já recuperado conseguiu pedalar conosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVIDeKP9I/AAAAAAAACyw/-eyceh20Fbo/s1600-h/DSC06499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306108014087520210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVIDeKP9I/AAAAAAAACyw/-eyceh20Fbo/s400/DSC06499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrafinhas abastecidas e vamos lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVHzU59kI/AAAAAAAACyo/uGKfE7uUVGo/s1600-h/DSC06500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306108009753736770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVHzU59kI/AAAAAAAACyo/uGKfE7uUVGo/s400/DSC06500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já em Itapecerica, um pneu furado. E ali estava o Ventura com sua super mochila e todos os equipamentos necessários!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVBRQtjxI/AAAAAAAACyg/4BPgJNUCbqI/s1600-h/DSC06503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306107897530126098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVBRQtjxI/AAAAAAAACyg/4BPgJNUCbqI/s400/DSC06503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas subidas depois, chegamos ao Kinkaku-ji, próximo ao centro de Itapecerica. Quem foi: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jorge, Gerson, Bruna, Tony, Menghe, Ventura, Cleber, Allyson, Cupertino &lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Renato&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVBGe3HoI/AAAAAAAACyY/HdSDiAodIrI/s1600-h/DSC06506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306107894636682882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVBGe3HoI/AAAAAAAACyY/HdSDiAodIrI/s400/DSC06506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O templo é muito bonito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVA2ew3hI/AAAAAAAACyQ/8wCjRec2G8o/s1600-h/DSC06508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306107890341305874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVA2ew3hI/AAAAAAAACyQ/8wCjRec2G8o/s400/DSC06508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... fomos recebidos por uma senhora de uns 60 e poucos anos (mas aparentando menos), que é uma das fundadoras do local. Em alguns minutos de conversa ela nos disse tantas frases raivosas e preconceituosas que eu nem teria coragem de transcrever aqui neste inocente blog... Lamentável impressão ruim que isso causou em todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVAk2WRrI/AAAAAAAACyI/04ebR6M0m_0/s1600-h/DSC06509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306107885608388274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVAk2WRrI/AAAAAAAACyI/04ebR6M0m_0/s400/DSC06509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVArJ5E1I/AAAAAAAACyA/8YJ5uc199AM/s1600-h/DSC06511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306107887300973394" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVArJ5E1I/AAAAAAAACyA/8YJ5uc199AM/s400/DSC06511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um descanso, a volta pra casa foi dureza... Alguns amigos me deram uma ajudazinha nas super subidas. Itapecerica da Serra não é fácil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3608812532025175472?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3608812532025175472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3608812532025175472' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3608812532025175472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3608812532025175472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/02/kinkaku-ji-2202.html' title='Kinkaku-ji - 22/02'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SaMVIDeKP9I/AAAAAAAACyw/-eyceh20Fbo/s72-c/DSC06499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-8222725094418409525</id><published>2009-02-15T16:45:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:56:48.785-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagônia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafaela'/><title type='text'>Notícias da Patagônia</title><content type='html'>No dia 08.02 partimos do Aeroporto de Guarulhos rumo a Bariloche. A viagem foi ótima, e como chegamos de madrugada acabamos dormindo no aeroporto mesmo. Saimos na segunda de manhã e hoje é o primeiro dia que entramos na internet, pois ficamos só em lugares "no meio do mato". A viagem está maravilhosa, é como se entrássemos na máquina do tempo, vivemos tantas experiências, conhecemos tanta gente e lugares em uma semana que parece que já estamos aqui a um mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxZ7HZ72I/AAAAAAAACoU/l2ryM78A-AU/s1600-h/DSC02778.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303113251408179042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxZ7HZ72I/AAAAAAAACoU/l2ryM78A-AU/s400/DSC02778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxZQdykyI/AAAAAAAACoM/HzPe7RRXQnc/s1600-h/DSC02779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303113239959343906" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxZQdykyI/AAAAAAAACoM/HzPe7RRXQnc/s400/DSC02779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos a seguinte rota até agora: saimos de Bariloche para o sudoeste, atravessando o Cerro Catedral, depois seguimos pela rodovia 40 passando em El Bolson e depois saimos da 40, pegando a estrada de ripio que vai para Cholila, e dali seguimos para o Parque Nacional Los Alerces. Ontem além de pedalar fizemos uma caminhada em uma região do parque onde se pode ver um Alerce de 300 anos. Eles são milenários, mas para ver os de 3000 anos só indo de barco pelo lago Menendez. Hoje terminamos de cruzar o parque para o sul, e chegamos aqui em Trevelin, onde vamos ficar um dia para lavar as roupas. Todos os dias conseguimos acampar perto de algum lugar com água, então os banhos estão em dia, rsrsrsrs.&lt;br /&gt;Até agora pedalamos 350 km, sendo 200 em asfalto e 150 em ripio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxZQ7bk-I/AAAAAAAACoE/OzonUrE3sr8/s1600-h/DSC02780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303113240083665890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxZQ7bk-I/AAAAAAAACoE/OzonUrE3sr8/s400/DSC02780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxQncv85I/AAAAAAAACn8/xqRauIycFKw/s1600-h/DSC02781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303113091510170514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxQncv85I/AAAAAAAACn8/xqRauIycFKw/s400/DSC02781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã ou depois seguimos em direção ao Chile, cruzando o primeiro passo, o Futalefu. Já tivemos bastante informações sobre a região, e parece que a única coisa que vai nos atrapalhar de verdade na viagem é o vento. Tem vezes que sopra tão forte que na descida temos que pedalar forte e mesmo assim só atingimos 8 km por hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxPwAjRAI/AAAAAAAACns/IGUpNGFEtmU/s1600-h/DSC02783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303113076627948546" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxPwAjRAI/AAAAAAAACns/IGUpNGFEtmU/s400/DSC02783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é muito lindo e o clima muito bom. Com muito lugar tranquilo para acampar, segurança. Coisas que às vezes não encontramos no Brasil, infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxG8oUWuI/AAAAAAAACnk/-tUWoWf-Jr4/s1600-h/DSC02784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303112925397146338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxG8oUWuI/AAAAAAAACnk/-tUWoWf-Jr4/s400/DSC02784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxGsasRiI/AAAAAAAACnc/ATUytpeWPV8/s1600-h/DSC02785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303112921045026338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxGsasRiI/AAAAAAAACnc/ATUytpeWPV8/s400/DSC02785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontramos alguns cicloturistas no caminho, inclusive brasileiros, mas o que mais nos tocou foi o Andres, um sr esloveno que mora em Buenos Aires a mais de 60 anos. Conhece toda a Argentina de bike, e dessa vez veio até o parque Los Alerces passar 15 dias pescando trutas. Ele até fez um doce de maçãs silvestres num dos fogões a lenha do parque e nos deu um pouco para o café da manhã. Hummmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxQbisyWI/AAAAAAAACn0/zPoHZ1Wb_-o/s1600-h/DSC02782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303113088313903458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxQbisyWI/AAAAAAAACn0/zPoHZ1Wb_-o/s400/DSC02782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso abraco para todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa e Olinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxGVy-HxI/AAAAAAAACnU/3uNJ1iPTv1k/s1600-h/DSC02786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303112914972843794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxGVy-HxI/AAAAAAAACnU/3uNJ1iPTv1k/s400/DSC02786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-8222725094418409525?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/8222725094418409525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=8222725094418409525' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/8222725094418409525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/8222725094418409525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/02/noticias-da-patagonia.html' title='Notícias da Patagônia'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZhxZ7HZ72I/AAAAAAAACoU/l2ryM78A-AU/s72-c/DSC02778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-3708415435593052502</id><published>2009-02-09T13:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:18:58.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cachoeira do Sagui - 08/02/2009</title><content type='html'>No último domingo fizemos um passeio que, na minha opinião foi um dos melhores, talvez o melhor de todos os PMDs já realizados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;Gerson &lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; saímos por volta das 6:20h. Encontramos o &lt;strong&gt;Allyson&lt;/strong&gt; no caminho e seguimos para o ponto de encontro: a praça central de Parelheiros. Lá encontramos ou outros participantes, &lt;strong&gt;Edmilson&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Manoel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Patricia&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Alexandre&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda era cedo quando, seguindo pela estrada de Eng. Marcilac, entramos na APA Capivari-Monos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY811qMW7OI/AAAAAAAAChU/uJ44N3gH00c/s1600-h/DSC06468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300514482413825250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY811qMW7OI/AAAAAAAAChU/uJ44N3gH00c/s400/DSC06468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY811frAWWI/AAAAAAAAChM/FFlbBJLRQtg/s1600-h/DSC06470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300514479589579106" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY811frAWWI/AAAAAAAAChM/FFlbBJLRQtg/s400/DSC06470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida passamos pela estrada da Ponte Seca. Não estava tão seca assim. Mas as condições para pedalar em todo o caminho eram muito boas, em comparação com o reconhecimento do percurso que fizemos na semana passada (foto abaixo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZA4yZcyBYI/AAAAAAAACms/51hTKTpBOA8/s1600-h/Lama+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799199891293570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SZA4yZcyBYI/AAAAAAAACms/51hTKTpBOA8/s400/Lama+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY811P8JbsI/AAAAAAAAChE/z5Faddlj_-U/s1600-h/Lama03.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semana passada: procurando o tênis no meio da lama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY811ImsvsI/AAAAAAAACg8/jvb4Q-LN-Bg/s1600-h/DSC06473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300514473397501634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY811ImsvsI/AAAAAAAACg8/jvb4Q-LN-Bg/s400/DSC06473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, após um percurso agradável, com alguma dificuldade técnica, algumas subidas, lama, buracos e pedras, chegamos à trilha que conduz à Cachoeira do Sagui. Esta cachoeira fica em uma propriedade particular e não é permitido ir até lá de bike. Então seguimos a pé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81itGYS1I/AAAAAAAACg0/O1xPAE6b-I8/s1600-h/DSC06477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300514156776541010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81itGYS1I/AAAAAAAACg0/O1xPAE6b-I8/s400/DSC06477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cachorro era nosso guia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81ill602I/AAAAAAAACgs/Q1UMcZwGJ0o/s1600-h/DSC06480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300514154761343842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81ill602I/AAAAAAAACgs/Q1UMcZwGJ0o/s400/DSC06480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81ibHx2qI/AAAAAAAACgk/jelF06ddnXY/s1600-h/DSC06485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300514151950572194" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81ibHx2qI/AAAAAAAACgk/jelF06ddnXY/s400/DSC06485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81iDBgSSI/AAAAAAAACgc/VEQg5BjNLnE/s1600-h/DSC06487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300514145481804066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81iDBgSSI/AAAAAAAACgc/VEQg5BjNLnE/s400/DSC06487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a recompensa pelo esforço do caminho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81iHAJDMI/AAAAAAAACgU/W5Rbq34NaUQ/s1600-h/DSC06489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300514146549828802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81iHAJDMI/AAAAAAAACgU/W5Rbq34NaUQ/s400/DSC06489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LYbQWeI/AAAAAAAACgM/jeeGCoKW6Y4/s1600-h/DSC06493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513756089965026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LYbQWeI/AAAAAAAACgM/jeeGCoKW6Y4/s400/DSC06493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na volta, uma parada para admirar a represa com água limpa do rio Capivari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LS_-_CI/AAAAAAAACgE/91QBUYHD7Bk/s1600-h/DSC06494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513754633403426" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LS_-_CI/AAAAAAAACgE/91QBUYHD7Bk/s400/DSC06494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LRfaEFI/AAAAAAAACf8/llXI_6xocU0/s1600-h/DSC06495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513754228330578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LRfaEFI/AAAAAAAACf8/llXI_6xocU0/s400/DSC06495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allyson e Gerson. Se o Jorge bobear, colocaremos o Allyson no lugar dele. Afinal as semelhanças são muitas. Só precisamos verificar se o Allyson também não se incomoda em pagar pizza pra todo mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LTRgVdI/AAAAAAAACf0/Z598KQqJkYA/s1600-h/DSC06496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513754706892242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LTRgVdI/AAAAAAAACf0/Z598KQqJkYA/s400/DSC06496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade começa a se formar, e... Onde o Gerson vai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513753729503058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY81LPoej1I/AAAAAAAACfs/O-r5o9JZeJk/s400/DSC06498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fim de passeio, de volta a Parelheiros. Fomos pegos pela chuva que refrescou um pouco o calor intenso. Mas isso não teve a menor importância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E enquanto alguns Babikers pedalavam, outros dormiam e outros esperavam a bike voltar do conserto (aquele rapaz da Proshock E20, sabem?), Rafaela e Olinto se preparavam para mais uma viagem. Pegaram um avião para Bariloche e neste momento devem estar pedalando na direção de Ushuaia. Rafa e Olinto, desejamos uma ótima viagem e acompanharemos vocês em pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-3708415435593052502?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/3708415435593052502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=3708415435593052502' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3708415435593052502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/3708415435593052502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/02/cachoeira-do-sagui-08022009.html' title='Cachoeira do Sagui - 08/02/2009'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SY811qMW7OI/AAAAAAAAChU/uJ44N3gH00c/s72-c/DSC06468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6424733519980420081</id><published>2009-02-07T00:25:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:40:44.567-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro Passeio PMD de 2009 [dia 04 de Janeiro de 2009]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bom, depois de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;muiiiitos&lt;/span&gt; dias...precisamente 1 mês e 2 dias.... =) .... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seeei&lt;/span&gt; que demorei.... agora não lembro nem mais detalhes do passeio... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt; eu e minha memória!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aiai&lt;/span&gt;.......ai estão as fotos de mais um passeio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PMD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzwBA5EiVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/NchtoTwe2b4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299874761718139218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzwBA5EiVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/NchtoTwe2b4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...Olha o Tony tentando tirar foto... fez todos dar várias voltas até tirar a foto direito..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;huahauha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzv4nBn3qI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5XSF1ctGZVo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299874617335733922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzv4nBn3qI/AAAAAAAAAZI/5XSF1ctGZVo/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzv4edltuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YmqG_pZFk_4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299874615037114082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzv4edltuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YmqG_pZFk_4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...-Vai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;finge&lt;/span&gt; que estamos correndo muito...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt; (não lembro quem falou, mas a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;idéia&lt;/span&gt; foi proposta!!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzv4LgHUXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YEwgzbZwNVM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299874609947431282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzv4LgHUXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/YEwgzbZwNVM/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...Pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ângulo&lt;/span&gt; da foto dá pra saber quem estava com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;camera&lt;/span&gt; na mão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvPFvj27I/AAAAAAAAAYg/mEZtip7bPzM/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299873904026966962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvPFvj27I/AAAAAAAAAYg/mEZtip7bPzM/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvPJBLZ7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7S5_fJHTbV8/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299873904906168242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvPJBLZ7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/7S5_fJHTbV8/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...depois de algumas tentativas...o Tony resolveu chamar uma senhora pra tirar a foto, vejam o resultado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvO5RH7KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gVK2ErhdeMI/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299873900678081698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvO5RH7KI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gVK2ErhdeMI/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...o mais engraçado é que ele falava pra ela colocar o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;zoom&lt;/span&gt; e nem ele (o dono) não sabia usar...cada coisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hauhauh&lt;/span&gt;..........depois de cansados ela conseguiu...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aêw&lt;/span&gt; Obrigada senhora!!&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvPGsw1RI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WPXoHdPj8Xo/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299873904283669778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvPGsw1RI/AAAAAAAAAYY/WPXoHdPj8Xo/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...Na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Av&lt;/span&gt;. Paulista...Depois daí fomos até a padaria do Tony...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;rsrsr&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;garçonete&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;muiito&lt;/span&gt; boa de memória, deixou todos assustados &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: webdings" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvOwfLFbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/umqb08fHFZY/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299873898321089970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzvOwfLFbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/umqb08fHFZY/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;...Eu e o Jorge resolvemos voltar pra casa de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;trem&lt;/span&gt;.... Essa montagem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;BEEEEM&lt;/span&gt; mal feita é para substituir a foto que está no celular do Jorge e que mais uma vez ele não MANDOU!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;rsrsrsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;.....Esse foi o 1° passeio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Babiker&lt;/span&gt;'s de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;trem&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; e adorei pedalar com vocês!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui fico....até a próxima &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;: 12:25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; (eu, ao som de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Apocalyptica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;cumprindo&lt;/span&gt; a promessa de postar essas fotos.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Aêwww&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Bruuh&lt;/span&gt; não falei que faria isso hoje &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; ...comecei no dia certo, não tenho culpa se terminei no dia seguinte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;rsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;BeijOs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;JOiCe&lt;/span&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6424733519980420081?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6424733519980420081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6424733519980420081' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6424733519980420081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6424733519980420081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/02/primeiro-passeio-pmd-de-2009-dia-04-de.html' title='Primeiro Passeio PMD de 2009 [dia 04 de Janeiro de 2009]'/><author><name>Joice Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04980908068462329372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/TKFLUoOUnpI/AAAAAAAAA7A/DeMRCup7lN4/S220/Imag013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SYzwBA5EiVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/NchtoTwe2b4/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2771075188969827876</id><published>2009-02-06T14:24:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:37:55.802-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riacho Grande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilha do Bororé'/><title type='text'>Riacho Grande pelas três balsas</title><content type='html'>Depois de um loooooongo período sem postar nada (mas não sem pedalar!) estamos de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas ficaram de postar os passeios de janeiro, pedais urbanos, cachoeira do Marcilac e tudo mais, mas como ficou só na promessa e no rascunho, vamos seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pedal do último domingo foi mais uma vez na direção da Ilha do Bororé. Mas desssa vez atravessamos a fronteira da terceira balsa e chegamos até o Riacho Grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparação: na mochila do Ventura tinha martelo, serrote e todas as ferramentas de que poderíamos precisar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WUQR4NI/AAAAAAAACe0/xK_WVvuTvCM/s1600-h/DSC06429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668419506987218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WUQR4NI/AAAAAAAACe0/xK_WVvuTvCM/s400/DSC06429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira balsa. Está vendo aquele pontinho preto ali no canto, na água? Não é o Aluizio, é só um pato... Mas pra nossa surpresa, lá estava o "cotonete" de touca branca, treinando natação (naquele calor, que inveja!). Pena que ninguém fotografou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WcjIeVI/AAAAAAAACes/ZzfaV4-vEQY/s1600-h/DSC06430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668421733546322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WcjIeVI/AAAAAAAACes/ZzfaV4-vEQY/s400/DSC06430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este passeio de certa forma foi muito especial... Quanto tempo fazia que o Rafael não pedalava conosco? E mais... A Joice também foi, corajosamente, contrariando todas as previsões de que ela não suportaria o esforço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao todo foram 14 ciclistas, entre eles 5 Babikers (será um record?): &lt;strong&gt;Gerson, Joice, Jorge, Rafael, Bruna, Tony, Menghe, Douglas, Edmilson, Renato, Ventura, Cléber, André&lt;/strong&gt; e&lt;strong&gt; Ricardo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WeTlJeI/AAAAAAAACek/zm_GPzAE8wU/s1600-h/DSC06431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668422205187554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WeTlJeI/AAAAAAAACek/zm_GPzAE8wU/s400/DSC06431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilha do Bororé, eu prefiro ir de bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WZAllVI/AAAAAAAACec/Q48kzjkfvBo/s1600-h/DSC06433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668420783347026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WZAllVI/AAAAAAAACec/Q48kzjkfvBo/s400/DSC06433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WPa6MiI/AAAAAAAACeU/TK31QAfiJm0/s1600-h/DSC06438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299668418209395234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WPa6MiI/AAAAAAAACeU/TK31QAfiJm0/s400/DSC06438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segunda balsa: economizando água?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwz1KL6oBI/AAAAAAAACeM/H04OTM-mDP8/s1600-h/DSC06441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299667849868648466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwz1KL6oBI/AAAAAAAACeM/H04OTM-mDP8/s400/DSC06441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmra4miI/AAAAAAAACeE/hx9FAKjZOS8/s1600-h/DSC06444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299667601091762722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmra4miI/AAAAAAAACeE/hx9FAKjZOS8/s400/DSC06444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmSFXF5I/AAAAAAAACd8/BaOgXEnypiU/s1600-h/DSC06447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299667594290599826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmSFXF5I/AAAAAAAACd8/BaOgXEnypiU/s400/DSC06447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terceira balsa... Lotada de gente, carros e bikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmWzXgSI/AAAAAAAACd0/OCNNVaxp5CA/s1600-h/DSC06449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299667595557306658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmWzXgSI/AAAAAAAACd0/OCNNVaxp5CA/s400/DSC06449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguns quilômetros mais tarde chegamos a uma prainha que parecia Acapulco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmWe_EGI/AAAAAAAACds/NO6byPozyYk/s1600-h/DSC06452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299667595471818850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmWe_EGI/AAAAAAAACds/NO6byPozyYk/s400/DSC06452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais Acapulco, ops... Riacho Grande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmB-MrzI/AAAAAAAACdk/SLmqrpNB0O8/s1600-h/DSC06456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299667589965590322" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYwzmB-MrzI/AAAAAAAACdk/SLmqrpNB0O8/s400/DSC06456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2771075188969827876?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2771075188969827876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2771075188969827876' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2771075188969827876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2771075188969827876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/02/riacho-grande-pelas-tres-balsas.html' title='Riacho Grande pelas três balsas'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SYw0WUQR4NI/AAAAAAAACe0/xK_WVvuTvCM/s72-c/DSC06429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1138943513866255849</id><published>2009-01-08T22:35:00.021-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:14:09.754-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timburi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ipaussu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafaela'/><title type='text'>Ano novo em Timburi</title><content type='html'>2009 chegou...&lt;br /&gt;Eu e o Gerson tivemos a oportunidade de passar este momento, a virada do ano, na casa mais compacta que conhecemos: o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motor home&lt;/span&gt; de Rafaela e Olinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRsGCJNGI/AAAAAAAACBg/2OdzpST6u3A/s1600-h/Timburi+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRsGCJNGI/AAAAAAAACBg/2OdzpST6u3A/s400/Timburi+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145367857280098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesa é pequena mas é aconchegante, cabe todo mundo. E ainda pode virar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home theather&lt;/span&gt; e, posteriormente, uma cama. Tudo muito prático.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ceia estava uma delícia. Um bom indicador de que a comida está gostosa é o Olinto: Hummmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRsIXsB4I/AAAAAAAACBY/UoU5fRQ3zLw/s1600-h/Timburi+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRsIXsB4I/AAAAAAAACBY/UoU5fRQ3zLw/s400/Timburi+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145368484513666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa é pequena mas o quintal é enorme... E que belo quintal esta casa escolheu para passar o ano novo... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timburi&lt;/span&gt;, no interior de São Paulo. Perto de... Perto de Piraju. Perto da divisa com o Paraná. Enfim, num lugar muito bonito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRr1YtH8I/AAAAAAAACBQ/cfE_rE2y2JM/s1600-h/Timburi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRr1YtH8I/AAAAAAAACBQ/cfE_rE2y2JM/s400/Timburi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145363388506050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cachoeira... Estradas bonitas com motoristas que respeitam os ciclistas (sim, eles existem!). Um horizonte amplo... Segurança e sossego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um quintal verdinho e uma vizinhança muito boa (a maior parte do tempo apenas nós e algumas vacas pastando).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRdQhjJUI/AAAAAAAACBA/kA8jH7g9z0o/s1600-h/Timburi+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRdQhjJUI/AAAAAAAACBA/kA8jH7g9z0o/s400/Timburi+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145112975320386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre um lugar pra ir de bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRdFDx1uI/AAAAAAAACA4/bs-T4rAbCOM/s1600-h/Timburi+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRdFDx1uI/AAAAAAAACA4/bs-T4rAbCOM/s400/Timburi+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145109897664226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e uma paisagem a admirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRc0PHalI/AAAAAAAACAw/KKshMPbA7y8/s1600-h/Timburi+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRc0PHalI/AAAAAAAACAw/KKshMPbA7y8/s400/Timburi+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145105381812818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente conhecida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRcT0NgHI/AAAAAAAACAo/SuMvu0ljPwU/s1600-h/Timburi+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRcT0NgHI/AAAAAAAACAo/SuMvu0ljPwU/s400/Timburi+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145096679030898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais gente conhecida... Legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRKEvQ5JI/AAAAAAAACAA/AoG4RddCbsc/s1600-h/Timburi+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRKEvQ5JI/AAAAAAAACAA/AoG4RddCbsc/s400/Timburi+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144783394104466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os ingredientes para uma vida bem sossegada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRcTDCxqI/AAAAAAAACAg/ecFn2GjOqH4/s1600-h/Timburi+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRcTDCxqI/AAAAAAAACAg/ecFn2GjOqH4/s400/Timburi+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145096472807074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem tempo pra ver o pôr-do-sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRK4vMWnI/AAAAAAAACAY/glSM_vMyM-c/s1600-h/Timburi+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRK4vMWnI/AAAAAAAACAY/glSM_vMyM-c/s400/Timburi+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144797352450674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fomos a Ipaussu e conhecemos uma antiga fazenda de café. Há um cinema desativado e uma série de outras estruturas enormes e incríveis.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje esta fazenda produz cana-de-açúcar e quase tudo está com uma aparência abandonada. Apenas imaginamos como isso foi no passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRKhFg8TI/AAAAAAAACAQ/eXhuj4tDKPg/s1600-h/Timburi+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRKhFg8TI/AAAAAAAACAQ/eXhuj4tDKPg/s400/Timburi+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144791003623730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRKG0G8UI/AAAAAAAACAI/11j1TRpxbHs/s1600-h/Timburi+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRKG0G8UI/AAAAAAAACAI/11j1TRpxbHs/s400/Timburi+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144783951294786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRJkyIfaI/AAAAAAAAB_4/j8th8nVTos8/s1600-h/Timburi+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRJkyIfaI/AAAAAAAAB_4/j8th8nVTos8/s400/Timburi+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144774816202146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve um dia que fizemos um churrasco Babiker (veja o uniforme). O Olinto "pilotou" a churrasqueira. Hummmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ7cOErOI/AAAAAAAAB_w/TNQmMYwbQFo/s1600-h/Timburi+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ7cOErOI/AAAAAAAAB_w/TNQmMYwbQFo/s400/Timburi+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144531999304930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bem fácil tirar fotos bonitas neste lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ7LhNK-I/AAAAAAAAB_o/Y3FO-JQ94Ao/s1600-h/Timburi+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ7LhNK-I/AAAAAAAAB_o/Y3FO-JQ94Ao/s400/Timburi+%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144527516150754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais pôr-do-sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ7F2eWYI/AAAAAAAAB_g/yF6C9dpnKE4/s1600-h/Timburi+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ7F2eWYI/AAAAAAAAB_g/yF6C9dpnKE4/s400/Timburi+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144525994744194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O arco-íris encontra o pote de ouro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ66pao5I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/RigEaZlzCCs/s1600-h/Timburi+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ66pao5I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/RigEaZlzCCs/s400/Timburi+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144522987185042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por fim, antes de voltar pra a vida real (ou irreal?), um passeio de caiaque... Aquelas formiguinhas lá no fundo somos nós, Gerson e Bruna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ6ta096I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/3Tv323h_oi0/s1600-h/Timburi+%2817%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbQ6ta096I/AAAAAAAAB_Q/3Tv323h_oi0/s400/Timburi+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144519436335010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes dias recebemos ainda uma ótima notícia... A Rafaela está pra lançar seu primeiro CD, ao longo do caminho, incluindo o sucesso Funk da Pedaladinha Total e muitos outros mais românticos do que este. Adquira o seu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRr_zcEuI/AAAAAAAACBI/jR_IuAuLV6Q/s1600-h/CD+Rafaela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRr_zcEuI/AAAAAAAACBI/jR_IuAuLV6Q/s400/CD+Rafaela.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289145366184989410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeirinha, Rafa... (o Olinto detestou esta foto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, talvez o Gerson possa explicar melhor que eu, mas o que percebemos nestes dias, sem contato com a internet ou televisão, é que muitas das coisas que julgamos essenciais não fazem falta... Que é possível viver sem este stress a que estamos habituados. E que o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;motor home&lt;/span&gt;, como falou a Rafaela, é efetivamente um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1138943513866255849?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1138943513866255849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1138943513866255849' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1138943513866255849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1138943513866255849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-novo-em-timburi.html' title='Ano novo em Timburi'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SWbRsGCJNGI/AAAAAAAACBg/2OdzpST6u3A/s72-c/Timburi+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1753231371993726900</id><published>2008-12-26T22:57:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:17:53.551-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio de Natal Babikers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-iIFNMGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F7ajU5wDwIU/s1600-h/convite+2008+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-iIFNMGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F7ajU5wDwIU/s320/convite+2008+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268862539116642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O tão esperado passeio de Natal!!.... Primeiro passeio com os Babikers em peso!! Foi muito bom... São Pedro ainda nos ajudou não deixando chover como na noite anterior =)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-iLNuJbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/GIEeD6wdlpI/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-iLNuJbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/GIEeD6wdlpI/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268863380137394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Na metade do caminho encontramos uma árvore no chão... opa como assim!!! Gentee uma árvore derrubada pela "chuvinha" do de Natal! Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-SSuOUfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6dk8ah_FDx8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-SSuOUfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6dk8ah_FDx8/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268590517604850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Chegando no Parque do Ibirapuera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-SERj7dI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0g1Yg281nTg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-SERj7dI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0g1Yg281nTg/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268586639289810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Marquise do Ibirapuera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-RiJhhmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZGNuUomIcIw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-RiJhhmI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ZGNuUomIcIw/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268577478772322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Jorge e mais uma de suas criatividades.... Jogo do único "erro"!!.. Preste muita atenção na imagem!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-RewDLBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xK1tARLcVbE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-RewDLBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xK1tARLcVbE/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268576566619154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Depois de todos reunidos fomos até nosso próximo destino, QG das Pias Discípulas... Ahh olha lá no fundo da imagem a árvore de Natal dos Babikers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV99HmV1KI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OxkBb1EhjH4/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV99HmV1KI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OxkBb1EhjH4/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268226754499746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ai estão todos no QG das Pias Discípulas... Não esquecendo do sorvete de bassguitar!!... Depois que passou a chuva e anoiteceu fomos até o próximo destino, Avenida Paulista.... Que por sinal está muito bonita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-S87QQZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pLCFURhItB8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-S87QQZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pLCFURhItB8/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268601846546834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Avenida Paulista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV987GP_9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/tkpe6ZVj09Y/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV987GP_9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/tkpe6ZVj09Y/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268223398674386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Avenida Paulista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV98rnQJII/AAAAAAAAAVc/3JESB1fqfDk/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV98rnQJII/AAAAAAAAAVc/3JESB1fqfDk/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268219242128514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Avenida Paulista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV98dA28AI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UKuHoPzYkME/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV98dA28AI/AAAAAAAAAVU/UKuHoPzYkME/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268215322996738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Avenida Paulista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV9pE8xQVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2rZKyJSj-1s/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV9pE8xQVI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2rZKyJSj-1s/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284267882445881682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Avenida Paulista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV9olqGLzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1sTwY-RbVW4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV9olqGLzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/1sTwY-RbVW4/s320/GetAttachment.aspxa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284267874046062386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Avenida Paulista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV98J1fsnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6MOGIE5OR0Q/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV98J1fsnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6MOGIE5OR0Q/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284268210175062642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Avenida Paulista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV9pXMNviI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lxBI3bTqjnE/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV9pXMNviI/AAAAAAAAAVE/lxBI3bTqjnE/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284267887342501410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Olha nós ai e o braço do Jorge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV9o5_X8KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rya9cUmRSRY/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV9o5_X8KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rya9cUmRSRY/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284267879504015522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...E esse foi o Passeio de Natal Babikers..... Belas fotos Bruna... tirando o corte no braço do Jorge que coitado fez até pose... rsrsrsrs... Até o próximo passeio!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1753231371993726900?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1753231371993726900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1753231371993726900' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1753231371993726900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1753231371993726900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/12/passeio-de-natal-babikers.html' title='Passeio de Natal Babikers'/><author><name>Joice Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04980908068462329372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/TKFLUoOUnpI/AAAAAAAAA7A/DeMRCup7lN4/S220/Imag013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yBn1F-GAlkQ/SVV-iIFNMGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/F7ajU5wDwIU/s72-c/convite+2008+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5688848839652966969</id><published>2008-12-24T13:16:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:55:26.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lar'/><title type='text'>Lar Nossa Senhora Aparecida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Domingo, 21/12 realizamos nosso primeiro passeio solidário. Quando digo nosso, me refiro aos Babikers, mas especialmente me refiro ao PMD, o novo grupo que vem se formando e realiza grande parte dos passeios postados aqui.&lt;br /&gt;O destino deste pedal era o &lt;a href="http://www.larnossasenhoraaparecida.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lar Nossa Senhora Aparecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, uma instituição que fica em Parelheiros e abriga crianças carentes, tendo como diferencial a prática esportiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tony organizou a galera toda, recolheu doações de leite em pó, agitou mais doações com a Parmalat... Ao todo foram doados 145 pacotes de 400g de leite em pó integral, além de outros produtos.&lt;br /&gt;Quem participou de alguma forma: &lt;strong&gt;Tony, Bruna, Gerson, Jorrrrrge, Raquel, René, Menghe, Douglas, Renato, Paulo Baracat, Adauto, Aluizio, Edmilson, Ventura, Antonio Marcos&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;sua filha, André&lt;/strong&gt; e os &lt;a href="http://www.greenbikers.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greenbikers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Cris&lt;/strong&gt; representando os &lt;strong&gt;Papatrilhas&lt;/strong&gt;. Valeu, pessoal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVeMbdJwI/AAAAAAAABO0/8IKngVBUfWw/s1600-h/Lar+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283379290079831810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVeMbdJwI/AAAAAAAABO0/8IKngVBUfWw/s400/Lar+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes mesmo de chegar ao Lar, deixamos um uno pra trás na subida, comprovando o que Lester Brown afirma em seu livro, Eco-economia: "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBru%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C03%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PersonName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;Uma bicicleta, pesando cerca de 13 quilos é, sob o ponto de vista da engenharia, uma maravilha &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em efici￪ncia. Comparativamente" st="on"&gt;em eficiência. Comparativamente&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, um automóvel que requer 1-2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBru%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;toneladas de materiais para transportar, com freqüência, apenas uma pessoa é extraordinariamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; ineficiente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVd8hSx9I/AAAAAAAABOs/VX9Lj78GIZw/s1600-h/Lar+01+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283379285809350610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVd8hSx9I/AAAAAAAABOs/VX9Lj78GIZw/s400/Lar+01+%281%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando ao Lar, nos surpreendemos positivamente com o que vimos... Uma casa limpa, colorida, bonita e arejada. Crianças de todos os tamanhos, e até os pequenininhos já têm bicicleta. Uma parede cheia de troféus dessa criançada. E muito mais do que isso, acho que é até difícil explicar.&lt;br /&gt;A árvore de Natal era feita de aros de bicicleta! Tudo muito simples, mas visivelmente feito com boa vontade e criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVdsQCJvI/AAAAAAAABOk/NYGzsdDXPBo/s1600-h/Lar+01+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283379281441990386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVdsQCJvI/AAAAAAAABOk/NYGzsdDXPBo/s400/Lar+01+%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVdXkJVaI/AAAAAAAABOc/FFE61siitUQ/s1600-h/Lar+01+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283379275889202594" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVdXkJVaI/AAAAAAAABOc/FFE61siitUQ/s400/Lar+01+%283%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVB_NoHBI/AAAAAAAABOU/_ZqN66q32JI/s1600-h/Lar+01+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378805495831570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVB_NoHBI/AAAAAAAABOU/_ZqN66q32JI/s400/Lar+01+%284%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho até que os adultos gostaram mais do que as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVBgWBKhI/AAAAAAAABOM/YAaMUSxVuFM/s1600-h/Lar+01+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378797209528850" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVBgWBKhI/AAAAAAAABOM/YAaMUSxVuFM/s400/Lar+01+%285%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estávamos por lá, apareceu um outro pessoal com doações de brinquedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVBrisoVI/AAAAAAAABOE/hRmhGPr-5Nk/s1600-h/Lar+01+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378800215499090" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVBrisoVI/AAAAAAAABOE/hRmhGPr-5Nk/s400/Lar+01+%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois o Cleiton e algumas crianças nos acompanharam em um passeio de 20km pelas redondezas... Mesmo os menores, com 11 anos, não ficaram pra trás em nenhum momento (nós que ficamos, hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVA2MecII/AAAAAAAABN8/JjYd3cdu7-E/s1600-h/Lar+01+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378785895215234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVA2MecII/AAAAAAAABN8/JjYd3cdu7-E/s400/Lar+01+%287%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o passeio foi tão agradável que, opinião minha, parece ter acabado muito mais rápido do que o normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVAkksXWI/AAAAAAAABN0/j143lyniiPY/s1600-h/Lar+01+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378781164952930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVAkksXWI/AAAAAAAABN0/j143lyniiPY/s400/Lar+01+%288%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Como disse o Gerson, "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;style&gt; .hmmessage P { margin:0px; padding:0px } body.hmmessage { font-size: 10pt; font-family:Verdana } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;não quero que este seja apenas um dia na minha vida". Espero que possamos voltar lá muitas vezes, não só porque é Natal... Mas porque vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;É isso... Próximo pedal: Passeio Babiker de Natal, opaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-5688848839652966969?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/5688848839652966969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=5688848839652966969' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5688848839652966969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/5688848839652966969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/12/lar-nossa-senhora-aparecida.html' title='Lar Nossa Senhora Aparecida'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SVJVeMbdJwI/AAAAAAAABO0/8IKngVBUfWw/s72-c/Lar+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1613236543972457376</id><published>2008-12-16T22:40:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:34:33.820-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilha do Bororé'/><title type='text'>Trilha da Capivara e Ilha do Bororé</title><content type='html'>O passeio do último domingo começou na chamada trilha da Capivara, que nada mais é do que a estrada de terra que vai beirando o rio até chegar na represa Billings, e que alguns de nós nunca tínhamos prestado atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vimos nenhuma capivara, em compensação vimos a cidade por um ângulo bem diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram tantos bikers que eu nem conseguirei colocar o nome de todos... Tony e Douglas estavam lá. O Paulo Baracat também, mas ele só nos acompanhou na parte não asfaltada do percurso. O Renato, meu colega de escola que eu não via a uns bons... xx anos apareceu, enchendo de terra sua bike novinha (apenas uma semana de uso) e resistindo muito bem até o final do passeio, que não foi fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já entre os Babikers... Pra variar, aos costumes, como sempre. A única presença foi a minha própria. Será que o Aluizio tem razão quando diz que "os Babikers já eram"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhQAqpIR_I/AAAAAAAABNs/ArJiZaBGcVs/s1600-h/DSC06004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhQAqpIR_I/AAAAAAAABNs/ArJiZaBGcVs/s400/DSC06004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558535468926962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhQAjoM7VI/AAAAAAAABNk/Va4Cq-_kbKI/s1600-h/DSC06007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhQAjoM7VI/AAAAAAAABNk/Va4Cq-_kbKI/s400/DSC06007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558533585988946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhQATT0vCI/AAAAAAAABNc/ZMSav6f7_dw/s1600-h/DSC06011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhQATT0vCI/AAAAAAAABNc/ZMSav6f7_dw/s400/DSC06011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558529205550114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhP__PeBWI/AAAAAAAABNU/FDzDkoEZTT0/s1600-h/DSC06012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhP__PeBWI/AAAAAAAABNU/FDzDkoEZTT0/s400/DSC06012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558523818575202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhPutUlJJI/AAAAAAAABNM/BI94wz2-ibU/s1600-h/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhPutUlJJI/AAAAAAAABNM/BI94wz2-ibU/s400/DSC06015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558226950399122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao sair da trilha da Capivara, seguimos para a Ilha do Bororé.&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda balsa encontramos alguns dos ciclistas mais simpáticos que conheço: Aluizio, Edmilson, Antonio Marcos e Arthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhPt21cL6I/AAAAAAAABNE/PpmyzSReI5o/s1600-h/DSC06020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhPt21cL6I/AAAAAAAABNE/PpmyzSReI5o/s400/DSC06020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558212324274082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem preciso dizer o que é esta criatura na foto acima, nadando com os patos da represa. Preciso???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhPtgMxIMI/AAAAAAAABM8/9aeEsDe13R8/s1600-h/14122008008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhPtgMxIMI/AAAAAAAABM8/9aeEsDe13R8/s400/14122008008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558206248100034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhPtVYcinI/AAAAAAAABM0/O2oIOnUtSiI/s1600-h/14122008012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhPtVYcinI/AAAAAAAABM0/O2oIOnUtSiI/s400/14122008012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280558203344292466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso...&lt;br /&gt;No próximo domingo quero ver toda essa galera no pedal solidário para o Lar Nossa Senhora Aparecida. Até lá!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1613236543972457376?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1613236543972457376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1613236543972457376' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1613236543972457376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1613236543972457376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/12/trilha-da-capivara-e-ilha-do-boror.html' title='Trilha da Capivara e Ilha do Bororé'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SUhQAqpIR_I/AAAAAAAABNs/ArJiZaBGcVs/s72-c/DSC06004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2846890594578696396</id><published>2008-11-25T12:12:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:40:37.283-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pico do Jaraguá'/><title type='text'>Pico do Jaraguá</title><content type='html'>O passeio do último domingo foi para o Pico do Jaraguá. Confesso que neste dia saí de casa sem ter muita noção do que iria enfrentar. Mas enfim, lá vamos nós.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais nada preciso agredecer ao Edmilson, que cedeu as fotos, já que eu não levei minha câmera. Valeu, Edmilson!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma boa pedalada pela Marginal Pinheiros e de andar em um trecho da Anhanguera, avistamos o nosso alvo.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá, rumo ao topo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwJll6LBaI/AAAAAAAAA78/jZy_vTIkMzM/s1600-h/Jaragu%C3%A1+002_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599805179921826" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwJll6LBaI/AAAAAAAAA78/jZy_vTIkMzM/s400/Jaragu%C3%A1+002_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwJXbnEctI/AAAAAAAAA70/dPLLvqEZJ74/s1600-h/Jaragu%C3%A1+005_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599561897276114" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwJXbnEctI/AAAAAAAAA70/dPLLvqEZJ74/s400/Jaragu%C3%A1+005_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui a única Babiker a encarar este desafio. Aí está a minha companhia: Edmilson, Tony, Aluizio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwJK4opi_I/AAAAAAAAA7s/nYZQWkX_7CU/s1600-h/Jaragu%C3%A1+006_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599346350230514" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwJK4opi_I/AAAAAAAAA7s/nYZQWkX_7CU/s400/Jaragu%C3%A1+006_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e o Menghe.&lt;br /&gt;Força na subida, pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwI1pyXvVI/AAAAAAAAA7k/IVVm4f1DvEY/s1600-h/Jaragu%C3%A1+010_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598981587221842" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwI1pyXvVI/AAAAAAAAA7k/IVVm4f1DvEY/s400/Jaragu%C3%A1+010_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegando no topo. Segundo o Menghe, 27 minutos de subida, sem parar. Até que não estamos mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwI1SddipI/AAAAAAAAA7c/8FFSFAUob1g/s1600-h/Jaragu%C3%A1+017_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598975325506194" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwI1SddipI/AAAAAAAAA7c/8FFSFAUob1g/s400/Jaragu%C3%A1+017_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwI1Azl-yI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Jl0lLQMfKLQ/s1600-h/Jaragu%C3%A1+028_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598970586495778" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwI1Azl-yI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Jl0lLQMfKLQ/s400/Jaragu%C3%A1+028_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vista lá de cima até faz esquecer do esforço do caminho. Os urubus voavam abaixo de onde estávamos. Legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwI1ANkvoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/133Vntaskqc/s1600-h/Jaragu%C3%A1+029_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272598970427031170" style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwI1ANkvoI/AAAAAAAAA7M/133Vntaskqc/s400/Jaragu%C3%A1+029_red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto... Agora é só voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero poder repetir este caminho com os Babikers em breve... Quem topa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2846890594578696396?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2846890594578696396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2846890594578696396' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2846890594578696396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2846890594578696396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/11/pico-do-jaragu.html' title='Pico do Jaraguá'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SSwJll6LBaI/AAAAAAAAA78/jZy_vTIkMzM/s72-c/Jaragu%C3%A1+002_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1446399437949591055</id><published>2008-11-19T13:42:00.017-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:38:22.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Virada Esportiva</title><content type='html'>Aqui estou estreando a atualização do blog como uma verdadeira e feliz BABIKER.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse final de semana, trocamos o dia pela noite na Virada Esportiva.&lt;br /&gt;Fora as mais de 600 bicicletas que estavam no evento, essa era nossa companhia neste passeio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ17F1qeTI/AAAAAAAAADI/ICMQ0G3dguY/s1600-h/DSC05893.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270396753226135858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ17F1qeTI/AAAAAAAAADI/ICMQ0G3dguY/s400/DSC05893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que duvidávamos que existiam, também apareceram por lá. No próximo encontro sugerimos uma foto de seu RG né Antonio??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ12ZXb2PI/AAAAAAAAADA/ND5jyqY26Ks/s1600-h/DSC05918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270396672568711410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ12ZXb2PI/AAAAAAAAADA/ND5jyqY26Ks/s400/DSC05918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passeio iniciou-se as 20:00 horas do sábado no Parque das Bicicletas e passamos por alguns dos principais pontos turísticos da capital madrugada adentro, entre eles Parque da Independência, Sambódromo, Estádio do Pacaembu, Estação da Luz e o Parque do Povo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ1rzzTckI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EirbS7y1mco/s1600-h/DSC05951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270396490686362178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ1rzzTckI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EirbS7y1mco/s400/DSC05951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa cidade é ou não é muito bonita!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ1dZbYTCI/AAAAAAAAACw/grY16i6u4zs/s1600-h/DSC05932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270396243088526370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ1dZbYTCI/AAAAAAAAACw/grY16i6u4zs/s400/DSC05932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smurf e Smurfete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ1NsGTFzI/AAAAAAAAACo/PLs7jUqby5Y/s1600-h/DSC05944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395973222471474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ1NsGTFzI/AAAAAAAAACo/PLs7jUqby5Y/s400/DSC05944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de alguns km percorridos o dia vem surgindo, até quem tirou a foto já estava meio com sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ1EIQBbWI/AAAAAAAAACg/NGw7PfL2PZE/s1600-h/DSC05968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395808980757858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ1EIQBbWI/AAAAAAAAACg/NGw7PfL2PZE/s400/DSC05968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a virada termina no mesmo ponto em que partimos mais ou menos às 7:00 horas da manhã do domingo no Parque das Bicicletas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ0-nTA7yI/AAAAAAAAACY/RO1hDTaiOLQ/s1600-h/DSC05974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395714235592482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ0-nTA7yI/AAAAAAAAACY/RO1hDTaiOLQ/s400/DSC05974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com essas caras "super animadas", sabemos que foi um passeio muito bacana e divertido, sendo assim agradecemos a presença do pessoal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ06HavzCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kpDYfr4hTRg/s1600-h/DSC05971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270395636958612514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ06HavzCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kpDYfr4hTRg/s400/DSC05971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raquel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1446399437949591055?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1446399437949591055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1446399437949591055' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1446399437949591055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1446399437949591055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/11/aqui-estou-eu-estreando-atuao-do-blog.html' title='Virada Esportiva'/><author><name>Raquel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05494750053974919897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SzjRA5mzGLI/AAAAAAAAANw/RIGTaOPh3uk/S220/P1000242%5B1%5D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhnQubIpYpU/SSQ17F1qeTI/AAAAAAAAADI/ICMQ0G3dguY/s72-c/DSC05893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-6985639047691912980</id><published>2008-10-28T08:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T08:53:32.503-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilha do Bororé'/><title type='text'>Ilha do Bororé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbrACRexAI/AAAAAAAAA58/sH2uIpjyLzg/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;O passeio deste fim de semana, passando pela Ilha do Bororé, teve de tudo um pouco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbrAAN3frI/AAAAAAAAA50/kB8F81jgrjk/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151599919693490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbrAAN3frI/AAAAAAAAA50/kB8F81jgrjk/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subimos passarela, pegamos avenidas, balsas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbq_eCw7BI/AAAAAAAAA5s/5kQmhXaOyGo/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151590746319890" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbq_eCw7BI/AAAAAAAAA5s/5kQmhXaOyGo/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinha gente de todo tamanho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbq_Kax-2I/AAAAAAAAA5k/ipAPh7smsIQ/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151585478343522" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbq_Kax-2I/AAAAAAAAA5k/ipAPh7smsIQ/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lugares que nem parecem São Paulo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqnf99eAI/AAAAAAAAA5c/HZ3ZQXyFvec/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151178946181122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqnf99eAI/AAAAAAAAA5c/HZ3ZQXyFvec/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqm_P7FqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/aSX5ckw1t4A/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151170163152546" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqm_P7FqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/aSX5ckw1t4A/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém sabe se a Ilha do Bororé é realmente uma ilha??? Eu acho que é uma península dentro da Billings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqmec2jcI/AAAAAAAAA5M/d7m6Bf0n3mE/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151161359011266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqmec2jcI/AAAAAAAAA5M/d7m6Bf0n3mE/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais uma balsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqlhYzFJI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_JnLIMcaZvg/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262151144967443602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqlhYzFJI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_JnLIMcaZvg/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estrada de terra... Teve Mountain Bike que viu terra pela primeira vez na vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqLfeP2eI/AAAAAAAAA48/WA51HHeuhVY/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262150697776830946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqLfeP2eI/AAAAAAAAA48/WA51HHeuhVY/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subidas e mais subidas (isso explica o "bico" da Raquel?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqLLoHw9I/AAAAAAAAA40/Qf3ApIPiFCc/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262150692449534930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqLLoHw9I/AAAAAAAAA40/Qf3ApIPiFCc/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teve parada pra comer banana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqKtg6EnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/ejE372rsfCQ/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(11).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262150684366213746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqKtg6EnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/ejE372rsfCQ/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lugares bonitos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqKX8k5ZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qoGjgvwAfEA/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(12).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262150678576686482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqKX8k5ZI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qoGjgvwAfEA/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por fim, teve até rodovia. Um passeio pra todos os gostos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqJ8dN9eI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ezUWWzWgIX8/s1600-h/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(13).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262150671197402594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbqJ8dN9eI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ezUWWzWgIX8/s400/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra quem não foi (Jorge, por exemplo... Douglas, etc), o que posso dizer é que perderam um ótimo passeio, perderam de conhecer lugares muito bonitos e enfim... Se vocês pedirem com jeitinho, podemos marcar de novo outro dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-6985639047691912980?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/6985639047691912980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=6985639047691912980' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6985639047691912980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/6985639047691912980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/10/ilha-do-boror.html' title='Ilha do Bororé'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SQbrAAN3frI/AAAAAAAAA50/kB8F81jgrjk/s72-c/Ilha+do+Boror%C3%A9+01+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1290431780990294322</id><published>2008-10-22T14:16:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:36:39.843-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lançamento - Livro + DVD "7 Passos Andinos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SP9UhQyzirI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OfvhOtklPo0/s1600-h/capa7passos_cicloturismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260015820212505266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SP9UhQyzirI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OfvhOtklPo0/s320/capa7passos_cicloturismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7 PASSOS ANDINOS - Uma Aventura de bicicleta pelos Desertos da Cordilheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Antonio Olinto está lançando novo livro e DVD sobre a travessia de bike pelas 7 maiores passagens da Cordilheira dos Andes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para saber mais ou adquirir o livro ou DVD é só acessar o site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olinto.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.olinto.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Semanalmente ele estará disponibilizando um capítulo do DVD no You Tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Vale a pena conferir afinal, além do apoio moral, tem a mão dos babikers nessa história, rsrsrs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1290431780990294322?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1290431780990294322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1290431780990294322' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1290431780990294322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1290431780990294322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/10/lanamento-livro-dvd-7-passos-andinos.html' title='Lançamento - Livro + DVD &quot;7 Passos Andinos&quot;'/><author><name>Rafaela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850614771169512796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SyjeNxpY7UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6CCFrP_rJWQ/S220/Olinto+e+Rafa+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SP9UhQyzirI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OfvhOtklPo0/s72-c/capa7passos_cicloturismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-4281414238730294679</id><published>2008-10-22T13:46:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:13:20.671-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva em São Paulo</title><content type='html'>São Pedro tem mandado muitos fins de semana "úmidos" na cidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babikers, vamos fazer pensamento positivo para que no próximo domingo não chova!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SP9LqJdslXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/P742rws2hqA/s1600-h/Uno+na+chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260006077259093362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SP9LqJdslXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/P742rws2hqA/s400/Uno+na+chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/VCnoG1/foto/0,,14376763-EX,00.jpg"&gt;http://g1.globo.com/VCnoG1/foto/0,,14376763-EX,00.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caso contrário... Capa de chuva, e vamos pedalar assim mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SP9LqukbdsI/AAAAAAAAA2c/3IAF8ttm9YM/s1600-h/Bike+na+chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260006087219443394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SP9LqukbdsI/AAAAAAAAA2c/3IAF8ttm9YM/s400/Bike+na+chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/7223/dsc00673bq3.jpg"&gt;http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/7223/dsc00673bq3.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-4281414238730294679?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/4281414238730294679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=4281414238730294679' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4281414238730294679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/4281414238730294679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/10/chuva-em-so-paulo.html' title='Chuva em São Paulo'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SP9LqJdslXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/P742rws2hqA/s72-c/Uno+na+chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-943596305182073232</id><published>2008-10-10T08:25:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:09:27.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tia Cota na Escandinávia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rafaela escreveu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Já de volta ao Brasil, estávamos revendo nossas fotos e nos deparamos com essas incríveis imagens inéditas da Tia Cota. Não é que a danada tem um negócio lá na Finlândia? Deve ser por isso que ela anda meio sumida....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SO88Mkv9rFI/AAAAAAAAA2M/dVPkHevhQWE/s1600-h/Kota02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255485476885605458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SO88Mkv9rFI/AAAAAAAAA2M/dVPkHevhQWE/s400/Kota02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255485471836130882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SO88MR8EzkI/AAAAAAAAA2E/CYUHGuWmlIA/s400/Kota01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-943596305182073232?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/943596305182073232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=943596305182073232' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/943596305182073232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/943596305182073232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/10/tia-cota-na-escandinvia.html' title='Tia Cota na Escandinávia'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SO88Mkv9rFI/AAAAAAAAA2M/dVPkHevhQWE/s72-c/Kota02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-916817016166691447</id><published>2008-09-29T13:50:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:05:19.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo no centro de São Paulo</title><content type='html'>O passeio do último fim de semana foi um quase-sem-Babikers... Por motivo de estudos, joelhos ruins e afins, os outros Babikers não puderam estar presentes, por isso perderam um passeio leve e agradável.&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos pela Av. Brasil , Henrique Schaumann, Sumaré, até chegar ao Minhocão (o Elevado Costa e Silva, pra quem preferir), que aos domingos fica fechado para lazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem participou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEObuv-RnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/9j6E0kzBZFw/s1600-h/DSC05802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494510059210354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEObuv-RnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/9j6E0kzBZFw/s400/DSC05802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494505955765922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEObfdorqI/AAAAAAAAA1U/efvEO0VHvKA/s400/DSC05800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adauto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEOb8pfwuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Id_kMpdQjbU/s1600-h/DSC05801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494513790141154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEOb8pfwuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Id_kMpdQjbU/s400/DSC05801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois super amigos, Arthur e Edmilson... Essa foto mostra um momento de grande emoção, pois eles nunca tinham pego o Minhocão juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEOcG1s7fI/AAAAAAAAA1s/_iox4MQUbZw/s1600-h/DSC05806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494516525690354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEOcG1s7fI/AAAAAAAAA1s/_iox4MQUbZw/s400/DSC05806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René, um leitor assíduo do Blog dos Babikers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEOcC_2IcI/AAAAAAAAA10/uhxvIXshU5U/s1600-h/DSC05811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494515494494658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEOcC_2IcI/AAAAAAAAA10/uhxvIXshU5U/s400/DSC05811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENxz8SNJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/fn22JjdM9SY/s1600-h/DSC05817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251493789898519698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENxz8SNJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/fn22JjdM9SY/s400/DSC05817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois subimos a Augusta até chegar na Paulista, onde paramos pra recuperar o fôlego e tirar mais umas fotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENx2xxOiI/AAAAAAAAA00/3JrGfreammE/s1600-h/DSC05819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251493790659721762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENx2xxOiI/AAAAAAAAA00/3JrGfreammE/s400/DSC05819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma determinada esquina encontramos este bicho laranja acima... Pra minha surpresa, todos disseram juntos: "olha lá o Tyrone!!!". Pra variar eu nunca sei quem são as "celebridades" que encontramos por aí. Mas falaram pra ir lá tirar foto com ele e eu fui...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade sei que outras pessoas queriam estar nessa foto, mas deixa pra lá... Alguns vieram com uma desculpa do tipo "eu conheço ele porque os sobrinhos da vizinha da minha namorada assistem"... Sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENyK4JQKI/AAAAAAAAA08/nJ7vt9fZ84c/s1600-h/DSC05821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251493796055171234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENyK4JQKI/AAAAAAAAA08/nJ7vt9fZ84c/s400/DSC05821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade que todos os passeios com o Adauto acabam em padaria? Se é verdade, podem me chamar sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENyES_iDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/6zZOiU4FHD8/s1600-h/DSC05822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251493794288732210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENyES_iDI/AAAAAAAAA1E/6zZOiU4FHD8/s400/DSC05822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por último fomos conhecer o inacabado Parque do Povo, onde o Edmilson ficou com vergonha de se abastecer com água e barrinhas de cereais...&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem não sabe, o Edmilson mora em Parelheiros e por isso sempre pedala O DOBRO dos outros. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENyES5DsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/rhP4oJYY7KE/s1600-h/DSC05826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251493794288307906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOENyES5DsI/AAAAAAAAA1M/rhP4oJYY7KE/s400/DSC05826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEvjGtAdMI/AAAAAAAAA18/-vCV5rEDvzY/s1600-h/SDC11411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251530920632022210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEvjGtAdMI/AAAAAAAAA18/-vCV5rEDvzY/s400/SDC11411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós e "o homem que teve um infarto e morreu em pé" (segundo teoria do Tony).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tem alguém que vai demorar a esquecer o passeio deste domingo, é o Arthur. Pelo menos enquanto tiver as cicatrizes, ele vai lembrar, rsss...&lt;br /&gt;Domingo que vem tem mais, combinado???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-916817016166691447?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/916817016166691447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=916817016166691447' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/916817016166691447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/916817016166691447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-passeio-do-ltimo-fim-de-semana-foi-um.html' title='Domingo no centro de São Paulo'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SOEObuv-RnI/AAAAAAAAA1c/9j6E0kzBZFw/s72-c/DSC05802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-1444344514409243606</id><published>2008-09-19T00:46:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:31:37.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio dos Laranjas ( ou seria passeio dos bagaços?)</title><content type='html'>No último domingo, 15 de setembro, parte da equipe Babikers, Bruna, Jorge e Joice, fomos para um passeio que salvaria a honra de nossa querida amiga Joice: O passeio dos bagaços!&lt;br /&gt;Muito&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQziGeQSeVg/SNMiObY0PpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A2cLCOgh1lg/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQziGeQSeVg/SNMiObY0PpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A2cLCOgh1lg/s320/DSC00386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247575622082117266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s telespectadores devem estar se perguntando: "Nossa, mas porque passeio dos bagaços?".&lt;br /&gt;A resposta é que a bicicleta de nós três é cor-de-laranja (está certo que o passeio dos bagaços pode ser atribuido a atual condição física dos membros de equipe).&lt;br /&gt;Saímos do nosso ponto de encontro favorito, Av. Robert Kennedy, em direção ao Parque do Ibirapuera, pela Av. Santo Amaro, afim de evitar a morte da Joice, possível engavetamento com ônibus coletivo ou atropelamento por Corsa Sedan.&lt;br /&gt;O passeio seguiu tranquilamente até o parque, onde a Joice mostrou-se com o sangue contaminado Moraes Menezes, onde mesmo sem treinar, ela conseguia obter um bom desempenho.&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos no parque e tomamos café com leite, o mais importante, claro.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQziGeQSeVg/SNMiOBzm6LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/513VQE1WpKk/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQziGeQSeVg/SNMiOBzm6LI/AAAAAAAAAFc/513VQE1WpKk/s320/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247575615215167666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-1444344514409243606?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/1444344514409243606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=1444344514409243606' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1444344514409243606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/1444344514409243606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/09/passeio-dos-laranjas-ou-seria-passeio.html' title='Passeio dos Laranjas ( ou seria passeio dos bagaços?)'/><author><name>Jorginho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114925947682594593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQziGeQSeVg/SNMiObY0PpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/A2cLCOgh1lg/s72-c/DSC00386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-7266898922065576817</id><published>2008-09-08T13:34:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:36:58.079-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure Sports Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafaela'/><title type='text'>Retorno da Rafaela e Adventure Sports Fair</title><content type='html'>Domingo passado, finzinho de agosto, Rafaela e Antonio Olinto voltaram da viagem. Eram muitas as saudades de todos... Faríamos o maior encontro Babiker da história, mas como reunir todos os Babikers&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;®&lt;/span&gt; é uma tarefa quase impossível, acabou não dando certo... Todo esse povo se reuniu na minha casa, mas tarde demais para que atravessássemos a cidade ao encontro dos nossos cansados viajantes... E a noite, como era de se esperar, acabou numa pizzaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVegZTzQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/BDt6w2F22yY/s1600-h/Babikers01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691323723336962" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVegZTzQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/BDt6w2F22yY/s400/Babikers01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Ontem, "7 de setembro, data tão festiva, foi a independência desta terra tão querida", nossas bikes nos levaram à Adventure Sports Fair, na Imigrantes, onde o reencontro finalmente aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Foi bem legal ir de bike pra lá. Tinha um bicicletário gratuito, que eu particularmente achei seguro. Além disso, as roupas e capacetes nos proporcionaram atenção especial em determinados estandes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de estandes relacionados a esportes e turismo, havia uma sessão bem grande sobre meio ambiente. Organizações como o Projeto Tamar, SOS Mata Atlântica e WWF estavam por lá, além de outras menos conhecidas e com projetos muito interessantes. Eu sou suspeita pra falar disso, gostei muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na chegada, o primeiro descanso foi nos banquinhos feitos de pneus. Os estandes atrás de nós eram de garrafas pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVemwdqNI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ma8kJiAnFAQ/s1600-h/AdventureFair01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691325431064786" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVemwdqNI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ma8kJiAnFAQ/s400/AdventureFair01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito confortáveis, ui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVe_ApVrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/82krXaejEPM/s1600-h/AdventureFair02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691331941390002" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVe_ApVrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/82krXaejEPM/s400/AdventureFair02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, chegamos ao estande que mais desejávamos conhecer: do Olinto.&lt;br /&gt;Rafaela estava lá, obviamente. Assim como sua bicicleta, a 2.7, que não tem mais nada a ver com aquela 2.7 patricinha que conhecíamos. Agora ela é uma bike madura e viajada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVe_cmYtI/AAAAAAAAA0M/oygKCczy6-w/s1600-h/AdventureFair03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691332058637010" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVe_cmYtI/AAAAAAAAA0M/oygKCczy6-w/s400/AdventureFair03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito, muito bom rever a Rafa e o Olinto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVfP4UDAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/OutE3I6Wr3M/s1600-h/AdventureFair04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691336469842946" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVfP4UDAI/AAAAAAAAA0U/OutE3I6Wr3M/s400/AdventureFair04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVL1v8owI/AAAAAAAAAzM/tiqNwsIRXzE/s1600-h/AdventureFair05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691003037917954" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVL1v8owI/AAAAAAAAAzM/tiqNwsIRXzE/s400/AdventureFair05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motor Homes em exposição. Será que um dia teremos o nosso? Rsss...&lt;br /&gt;(a pessoa que tirou essa foto tem uma perna mais curta que a outra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVMAhSQ2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/NsAX2N779R8/s1600-h/AdventureFair06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691005929210722" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVMAhSQ2I/AAAAAAAAAzU/NsAX2N779R8/s400/AdventureFair06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesquisa de opinião: O que será que Jorge e Gerson acharam da bicicleta motorizada???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVMH0sI-I/AAAAAAAAAzc/p4k_7tNnCbw/s1600-h/AdventureFair07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691007889646562" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVMH0sI-I/AAAAAAAAAzc/p4k_7tNnCbw/s400/AdventureFair07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que a Raquel e o Edmilson gostaram dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVMXWE6UI/AAAAAAAAAzk/bl3I-17VXKs/s1600-h/AdventureFair08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691012056213826" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVMXWE6UI/AAAAAAAAAzk/bl3I-17VXKs/s400/AdventureFair08.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa aí é a foto que alguém tirou do famoso não-sei-quem-é, que faz não-sei-o-que na televisão. Eu, como quase não assito televisão, não faço a mínima idéia de quem seja ele, então se alguém souber, por favor esclareça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVMYnEHgI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5-AG6Nb4Wfw/s1600-h/AdventureFair09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243691012395900418" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVMYnEHgI/AAAAAAAAAzs/5-AG6Nb4Wfw/s400/AdventureFair09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo, o Gerson e eu resolvemos dar uma voltinha de bike (literalmente uma voltinha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eaf12a1eee5ba9fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaf12a1eee5ba9fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D7D2F5E13B92A78ECDC90610446ED0411A7E639.6FDEA676570F3F87A0738A12E9027435B87CAD11%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaf12a1eee5ba9fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJjod86WsRx7fAe6FvhcX-AoXCxA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaf12a1eee5ba9fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D7D2F5E13B92A78ECDC90610446ED0411A7E639.6FDEA676570F3F87A0738A12E9027435B87CAD11%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaf12a1eee5ba9fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJjod86WsRx7fAe6FvhcX-AoXCxA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-90285483e4258071" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90285483e4258071%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F6B7060F11C12CA0E386890A878C05AAC5AA280.1CF96455882A144D7FDBDCFEA0A3F0429074769B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90285483e4258071%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-vMvcU1b69w6cQRb-zdkGxEQXYQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D90285483e4258071%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F6B7060F11C12CA0E386890A878C05AAC5AA280.1CF96455882A144D7FDBDCFEA0A3F0429074769B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90285483e4258071%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-vMvcU1b69w6cQRb-zdkGxEQXYQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na saída da feira, conhecemos o motor home legítimo... A verdadeira casa de Rafa e Olinto.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, acabou a Adventure Sports Fair e foi só pedalar pra casa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-7266898922065576817?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=90285483e4258071&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eaf12a1eee5ba9fd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/7266898922065576817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=7266898922065576817' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/7266898922065576817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/7266898922065576817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/09/volta-da-rafaela-e-adventure-sports.html' title='Retorno da Rafaela e Adventure Sports Fair'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SMVVegZTzQI/AAAAAAAAAz0/BDt6w2F22yY/s72-c/Babikers01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-2320635074253703683</id><published>2008-08-26T22:31:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:03:31.557-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlon na USP - 4ª etapa</title><content type='html'>No último domingo, 24 de agosto, a nossa já conhecida equipe participou novamente do troféu Brasil de triathlon, conquistando a 4ª colocação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239013828081771970" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3UbQsZcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5g6neAEc5II/s400/DSC05665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a Claudinha ali nadando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3Ubd89hI/AAAAAAAAAx0/jgXodqRSU1c/s1600-h/DSC05666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239013828137383442" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3Ubd89hI/AAAAAAAAAx0/jgXodqRSU1c/s400/DSC05666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os Babikers compareceram em peso!!! Obrigada pessoal. O trio, Tony, Menghe e Douglas, também apareceu por lá... Valeu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3UvwybuI/AAAAAAAAAx8/W9nOqJ2MY9Y/s1600-h/DSC05675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239013833585094370" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3UvwybuI/AAAAAAAAAx8/W9nOqJ2MY9Y/s400/DSC05675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLtbKh3IoII/AAAAAAAAAyc/u-24P6N5biA/s1600-h/DSC05677.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLtbKh3IoII/AAAAAAAAAyc/u-24P6N5biA/s400/DSC05677.01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240882827822145666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafinha e Jooorrrrrrgxe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3F7lVuII/AAAAAAAAAxc/XtlIfWdh0cE/s1600-h/DSC05694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239013579060263042" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3F7lVuII/AAAAAAAAAxc/XtlIfWdh0cE/s400/DSC05694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudinha (Claudião???), Livia e Bruna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3BnbduMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/flkUvnq520M/s1600-h/DSC05709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239013504930658498" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3BnbduMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/flkUvnq520M/s400/DSC05709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o mais legal de tudo é que ficou firmado um pacto, vocês podem ver no vídeo a seguir. Teremos mais uma equipe Babiker no troféu Brasil!!! Mal posso esperar pra ver esses meninos em ação. Quando será a estréia???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2a0eb5d541a2ae0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2a0eb5d541a2ae0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D811F7AA8E6BE3D76037E4D20498A041523AAF378.4504BD60A58FE241C9112DDD9C0C0823595A48B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2a0eb5d541a2ae0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEZxpY0IC7xUMWonTBLWaXFMd71Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2a0eb5d541a2ae0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331531751%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D811F7AA8E6BE3D76037E4D20498A041523AAF378.4504BD60A58FE241C9112DDD9C0C0823595A48B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2a0eb5d541a2ae0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEZxpY0IC7xUMWonTBLWaXFMd71Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9091680059672879933-2320635074253703683?l=babikers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2a0eb5d541a2ae0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/feeds/2320635074253703683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=2320635074253703683' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2320635074253703683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091680059672879933/posts/default/2320635074253703683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babikers.blogspot.com/2008/08/triathlon-na-usp-4-etapa.html' title='Triathlon na USP - 4ª etapa'/><author><name>Bruna Tri</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JbMpedMlEOI/SLS3UbQsZcI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5g6neAEc5II/s72-c/DSC05665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933.post-5964275427260230708</id><published>2008-08-05T05:43:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:51:15.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedalando pela Finlandia - Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgU4S4yfjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qDa-PQTDPic/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230953924566089266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgU4S4yfjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qDa-PQTDPic/s320/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Após longos quilômetros em meio a florestas e áreas de plantacao de aveia, trigo, chegamos no centro sul da Finlandia, onde a densidade populacional vai aumentando. Jyvaskyla é a maior cidade que havíamos passado até entao, muito especial para mim, pois foi lá que nasceu Alvar Aalto, o mais famoso arquiteto da Finlandia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgVGus1PgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SQ4EM-ODy1g/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230954172550299138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgVGus1PgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/SQ4EM-ODy1g/s320/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgVHJNWtpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KKEhOM3Pm-w/s1600-h/DSC01116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230954179666032274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgVHJNWtpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KKEhOM3Pm-w/s320/DSC01116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O centro da cidade é bem agitado, e já comecamos a ver gente, coisas e arte diferente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJv_8WHuUyI/AAAAAAAAANg/f20XhN1Znlw/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232056804316173090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJv_8WHuUyI/AAAAAAAAANg/f20XhN1Znlw/s320/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nessa regiao passamos pela bela área de lagos da Finlandia, e ao contrario do que imaginávamos, pouquissimos pernilongos, bom clima. Foi a parte mais gostosa da viagem, sempre encontrávamos um local próprio para acampamento perto de um lago, com mesinhas e as vezes até com banheiro, um luxo! Depois de montar a barraca tomar banho e preparar o jantar podíamos apreciar um belo por do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgU48g-oYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/chrAbVlNeaU/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230953935740510594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgU48g-oYI/AAAAAAAAAMI/chrAbVlNeaU/s320/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgU4O3HlAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/giY40s4fCl0/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230953923485340674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgU4O3HlAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/giY40s4fCl0/s320/DSC01175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já na última semana da viagem, na regiao de Lahti, seguimos a dica de uma finlandesa que nos deu água também e encontramos uma prainha de um dos maiores lagos da Finlandia, o Paijanne, onde pudemos acampar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgUdVMSNjI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZeRs_ZjjQyg/s1600-h/DSC01179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230953461328262706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgUdVMSNjI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZeRs_ZjjQyg/s320/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando chegamos lá encontramos algumas pessoas tomando banho no lago frio.... depois eles vieram conversar conosco, na verdade eram proprietários da casa ao lado da prainha e estavam fazendo sauna e pulando no lago!!!! A sauna é muito usual na Finlandia, mesmo as casas mais simples tem. Depois de um tempo, quando ja tinhamos até jantado, o casal voltou para conversar conosco e nos convidou para um vinho!&lt;br /&gt;Foram muito simpáticos! Conversamos por horas sobre a história da Finlandia. Eles moram em Lahti, mas compraram esta casa centenária para os finais de semana. Todos os dias de manha o Kari pula no lago frio, mesmo no inverno! Disse que a única dificuldade é que tem que abrir um buraco no gelo!!!!!! Ai meu Deus! Eles também nos ajudaram vendo os precos do barco para Estocolmo, e acabamos decidindo ir ate Turku para economizar uns bons euros. Além disso nos ajudou a contactar o Jaime, amigo que o Olinto fez na volta ao mundo, e com quem vamos nos encontrar em Turku também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgTtlY2jwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2vSAP-gbLn4/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgUdFG-0jI/AAAAAAAAALg/lCEK-UVLU7s/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230953457011053106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgUdFG-0jI/AAAAAAAAALg/lCEK-UVLU7s/s320/DSC01193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chegada em Helsinki! Muito para comemorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgUcuytlTI/AAAAAAAAALY/VeV6VtaBK9g/s1600-h/DSC01196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230953451020457266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgUcuytlTI/AAAAAAAAALY/VeV6VtaBK9g/s320/DSC01196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chegar numa cidade grande de bicicleta nao e uma tarefa muito facil... a maioria das autoestradas sao proibidas pra bike e as ciclovias mal sinalizadas.... no caminho encontramos o Rolf, um ciclista que nos guiou até o centro! Muito simpático, ele conhece o Brasil, a 40 anos atrás foi com a Cia Finlandesa de Ballet se apresentar no Municipal de SP. Agora com 60 anos o cara continua em forma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230952667761354514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgTvI7MJxI/AAAAAAAAALI/jn8lLRZVv8s/s320/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Em Helsink pedalamos um pouco pelo centro e paramos para almocar. Depois seguimos, já com um mapa melhor nas maos, e encontramos a saída para Turku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230952656865445362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgTugVZxfI/AAAAAAAAALA/_tw56bD1608/s320/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Quando já estávamos cansados e nao conseguíamos encontrar um lugar para acampar, paramos num posto de gasolina na estrada para ver o que fazer.... comecamos a conversar com um homem, se chama Kari também. No final ele acabou nos convidando para dormir na casa dele em Helsinki, nos levou para jantar e tudo! Aproveitamos para comer um prato com carne de rena, rsrsrs, e ver a noite da cidade. Ele é um economista de grande sucesso e depois dos 40 anos decidiu que ia trabalhar poucos dias, só para manter o padrao. Ele e um grande caçador e tem varios animais empalhados que ele mesmo caçou em seus safaris pela Africa!!!!! Mais uma noite cheia de historias que nunca vamos esquecer. A esposa dele é tao divertida e alegre que até parece brasileira! Adora Cuba e o Che Guevara, e atualmente está na Universidade estudando a cultura dos diferentes povos da Laponia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgTuDsAtjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FBInrdrRpl0/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230952649175643698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cPtrOe72cos/SJgTuDsAtjI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FBInrdrRpl0/s320/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dia seguinte acordamos meio de ressaca, depois de tanto vinho e uma dose de 'pinga finlandesa', rsrsrs, mas tínhamos
