While researching to write a post about going to see the Giro d'Italia in Tuscany, I found out that James of Wandering Italy, a blogger I much admire for his keen eye and sense of humour, is a big fan, and in fact for the second year in a row has made a map of his own for the giro. I asked him just a few questions and he went above and beyond the call of duty to write this excellent GUEST POST for us. In sum: watch the racers go uphill (it lasts longer), visit cute towns, eat local food. Read on for details. Now that it's springtime in the Lunigiana, we see fit riders in sleek cycling gear nearly every day on our nasty and narrow roads. It's not just the young bucks showing off their snazzy Lycra; my retired neighbor Enrico is an avid cyclist to this day, often pedaling 100 kilometers or more daily on his excursions. In his garb with sunglasses and hat, you can't tell him from a 20 year old cyclist. Yes, Italians are passionate about cycling. You can catch some of that excitement by attending a stage at the Giro d'Italia in May. I'll be watching the Lunigiana stage, tappa 6, which runs from Fidenza to marble town Carrara, in large part following the medieval Via Francigena pilgrimage route running from Canterbury England to Rome. The racers will scream down from the Cisa pass to Pontremoli, then pass Villafranca in Lunigiana on their way to Aulla, our main market town in the Lunigiana. Why do I watch the Giro? Well, it's the spectacle of the thing. It's not just the fact that very fit men are pedaling unimaginably long distances at high rates of speed, it's the crowd energy that permeates the air wherever you stand. People scream wildly at their favorites, pumping their fists and jumping up and down as if they could become at one with their heroes by matching their elevated heart rates. In villages you're likely to find a carnival atmosphere. There will be things to buy, of course, and at the start and finish of a stage you are likely to witness another Italian passion: costumed young women shaking their almost-synchronized booties to songs blasting distortedly from enormous loudspeakers. To escape from this atmosphere, plenty of folks rise early in the day to climb the hills in order to see the racers on the ascent, where they stand on the pedals and push like mad. You get to see the pack for a longer time when they're going up a mountain, the speeds having slowed enough to give you confidence that the crappy little camera in your cell phone can stop the action long enough so that a decent picture emerges of your favorite racer straining like crazy to reach the summit before everyone else. There are no big mountains stages in tappa 6, so I'd prefer to watch as the multicolored snake weaves its way through a village. It's the wimp's way to watch a Giro. In town you'll likely pass bars and restaurants with the race on television, You can settle in with a beverage of your choice and watch the peloton head toward your view spot. Here's a big tip though: some of the action you see on the television is delayed, so don't wait too long before heading out to the route based on the location of television action alone; you could miss it! Ask the folks around you if you're in doubt. They'll know.