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We were married, had still included the 850 Spyder.
We found lodging in a country of the belt, a brand new building, so much so that the furniture, bought at a regular rate, we had brought in the new house going on the marble steps still covered with straw mixed with lime to prevent them from ruining both builders still at work, which traslocanti clumsy. Before
furniture, cleaning of floors and traces of lime, packed lunch, with sandwiches and beer. The
good time for me was the morning.
The head lady went on to become the afternoon, I reached in the evening to work, and we returned all'alloggetto furnished, nest provisional pending the final one.
The nap after a sandwich and beer, in the bath, wrapped a sweater for a pillow.
The job was about fifteen miles, a road lined by fields with few houses here and there, I brought to the city center.
same way for years. Only in winter, snow or ice, I prefer a middle course, more traffic, but also more polished. In the street
Campagnola, the advantage was almost no traffic, the big drawback was the slippery frost and fog.

At that time, two incidentucoli.

Without the stop, look left waiting for the passage of oncoming cars.
A guy behind, he looked to the left, perhaps to have more visual, he decided that he and the stop line was empty.
Sbaam!
mutual exchange of courtesies, for me, he would have to look 'even' in front, for him, just I should not be there, stop at the stop sign.
Luckily he was insured, left fixed.

The second, due to fog.
the afternoon, going to work, it could happen, that there was the sun.
the evening in spring autumn winter, in contrast with the sunny days, often there was fog and mist I mean when I say that the cream is transparent glass.
in the city, leaving the job, the phenomenon was absent, perhaps reduced by the currents of air between buildings, which dissolved in the first form.
That was a night of fog-mist.
Even outside the city, found the wall, I should go back and go for the alternative road, certainly more clear.
he did I would have less to tell, causing disappointment in the reader. So
eyes squeezed, window down so as not to tarnish the windows, head almost out looking for a glimmer of white stripe on the pavement and ... more people!
A cross, which displayed more insight.
Beyond the intersection, crossed hundreds of times, I had not noticed that there was a phone booth. Just
corner, cemented on the right.
I had not noticed her in broad daylight, I could notice it in the middle of fog?
fact, although I went to no more than a hundred an hour, I went to fight against them, in full.
Accurate: the hundred meters were, at the time. Evidently
was cemented with spit, because, with the Bottarelli had fallen.
And if I say I do not want cut down like the tower of Pisa, I understand more fully the value that is given to that term.
According to the Highway Code then in force, I had to stop and administer first aid to a dying car.
Instead I said the usual "damn!" With plenty of edge, I put the gear back down from gradinetto, and, this time going to fifty meters per hour, I was gone.
In the fog, of course.
Damage to car: little or nothing.
The story now, because I know that both the damage claim that the wrongful death, after a century are deleted from the prescription.
Besides, the cabins are deleting all: I helped a few years earlier.



We still feel, if you like.

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I would have done,

would be a grin,

but tonight I need

a real smile.

I paid very well

a double,

for a smile

asked me to the moon.

The moon I gave him,

ecchissenefrega,

Taurus has a win,

and this is the party!

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The glorious "500" I had colleague sbolognata a novice, that within a year had sent for scrapping. With
Fulvia, as described in the first chapter, rather than incidents were accidents.
I brought the duck (because of the color yellow duckbill, a little 'rospesca like appearance) in the workshop, for routine maintenance: oil change motor control pills, various levels
... I went to collect it in the evening, almost at the Closing the workshop, because a portion of the sliding gate was already underway.
To exit, muzzle forward, I had presented the classic dilemma that presents itself every time you have to go in space delimited too: go / no go, but yes I had taken that step ...
measures to perfection, can not go wrong. In fact, the
driver's side had gone great.
had passed a cicinin not great, even the passenger side would go free.
the height of the door handle on the right, there was a kind of punch that came out of the gate frame, perhaps as a joint in the same gate at the time of closing.
Diagnosis: a small hole about two inches, which had pierced the body without damaging the handle and lock.
The infamous "What the fuck are you doing?" I think I have followed on this occasion.
I decided, since the overall integrity of the car was not in danger, not to bring in the body.
(Also because I realized and mechanical and body at the time of the account, did not consider the damage, evaluate, from time to time, as the half fell within the "normal." The Fulvia was considered quite unusual that we can kick a bit 'more of the hand could be a bum, but if you had a duty you paid Fulvia).
I decided to treat the wound in my own way: a lump of cloth to close the hole, held in place by two strips of tape crossed.
Better to go from geek to be extravagant.
The second accident, Final highway speed, little more than that ... discrete
Maybe if it were not for that "little more than" the engine would not melt. First shots
cough, more and more violent, then the smoke from the hood, I had made it clear that the poor woman had come to an end. Terminus located on the first pitch useful. Far
redo the engine would cost me almost like buying a new one.

Still I was not married, so I opted for a "850 Spyder" Agnelli always, always second-hand.
Verdone dark.
With this nothing incident, apart from a broken right front wheel of the cup seal.
Like all pseudo-sports cars, this one had a height almost symbolic.
But the road where the trouble had happened would have blown up the seal even a tractor.
August, holidays, sea.
Day Fourteen.
With that it was my love (later promoted to a better half, then aligned with my lady, finally became the mast step that still is), we decided to rise from the sea coast within a country.
By coincidence, in that country his parents lived.
elderly, but still smart.
It was to cover ten miles, a road made entirely of curves. It was not paved, and even dirt: the curves of the road had a worthy competitor in the same hole. But not
hole golf course; were chasms in the ground, and were occasionally caused by a recent flood: holes were very natural to categorize as "heritage humanity, "as were the expression of an antediluvian past.
I had not counted, we do, at a guess, they were fifteen thousand (and going down): 14,999 I had avoided in any order. A
no: combination, the pit just killer.
recap: Aug. 14, cup seal playing in a semi-mountainous country, which in addition to the pines (and cypresses of the cemetery) I was living by selling the skins of wolves, because there could be another
... And not even the consolation of a " What more do you want from life? "which was not yet ascended to the glory of the spot.
If there had been more than a bitter, I would have thought ten feet of rope and a tree branch
robust ... Nevertheless, the next day, August 15, the brother of my amoruccio was down to the marina with a kind of scooter, he found the cup, and was able to fix the car.
's one of those times that one wonders why humans are divided into two main genders: if we were all unibisessuati, this would be a good opportunity to ask her to marry his brother instead of her sister, who was with cabbage never been able to change the cup seal on the fifteenth day of every August.

I thought of a shorter Capitoline, instead I spilled a little.
Patience, I refer to a neighbor below.

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The left three years in luck

Tonight there is a difficult game for a lot of reasons.

that there are no easy games, but the sooner it is always the hardest.

And since the 90 th minute of the recovery are more dangerous than those who are thinking intensely and angrily, with bad luck, we who, by long experience, we believe the bad luck, we try to pretend not to believe with this messaggino superstitious.

The luck

The bad luck or not there is, for me there is,

and if there is, the wearer is pure,

and the wearer has the snout of all sorts,

; beautiful, ugly, foreign, it is not known.

Anything but black cat and stumbled!

But you know it is not comforting,

compartment is the horn, nor the iron is dead,

you nor can the shelves.

Pe 'I give myself a clear thought:

please all the gods and DIY,

grit my teeth and sucked' s bitter

that will not be as sweet coffee.

Do not make me a 'I'm the pupil point:

the kill only the bad luck to you!

Collacchioni Aldo (1981)