<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091680059672879933</id><updated>2009-11-15T18:34:37.793-02:00</updated><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'/><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=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jorginho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114925947682594593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><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'/&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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=557127166187800069' title='0 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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04272838152307412284'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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 Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14204265157083519520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16506139035522227862'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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 Viana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14204265157083519520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16506139035522227862'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13887936075311289378'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04272838152307412284'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9091680059672879933&amp;postID=7277355951159573373' title='4 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></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</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'/&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='https://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></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04272838152307412284'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04272838152307412284'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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'/&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='https://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></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>