I do not know how to tell this trip. A trip
particular, strange, full of all kinds of emotions: amusement, fear, anxiety, pain, joy ... all, there was everything!
20.00 Civitavecchia.
Ok, let's start with the name of the ship, one who would accompany us in both the journey and in the back .... COURAGE ... um ... vabbeh ...
fun trip in the company of Sandro and Piermarco, both Toto and Peppino di Roma but after a few minutes journey that was marked by moments of terror and cause sea terribly terribly moved.
and open dances: the services of cuisine spill on the ground, frightened old flying entertain travelers, beautiful ads megaphone to clear cuneiform language, Sandro related in the meantime with the dining table, Piero indifferent to what event you want to continue undaunted to eat fish and drink beer as if nothing had happened and Celine Dion to step starts singing ... short interminable 30 minutes.
Finally To cheer the night of the concert in a voice weary truck driver on duty.
To cheer the beautiful early morning downpour and FUCK who has caught after asking if he had never bothered at night by his fellow cab. At 9.00
Palermo. To expect
Flavia's uncle. Regards, coffee, cigarette and part towards Messina.
accompanies us on the highway and left us to go and take Flavia.
On the highway just us. And when I say we I mean just that, nothing!!
Laughter, joking, there is unleashed, we talk about everything and especially arguing with the shift knob that just does not want to know her place, but you get there.
Messina
12.00 am we head towards the seat of the municipal police located just below the point where Bibi has left us .. Bottle.
Sandro, Piero and Flavia and come back after twenty minutes with the release from seizure of Alea in hand.
Ok, now, let's take it.
Armed with camera, we take that road cursed.
do not know how and what to write at this point, but those 5 / 600 meters of road seemed endless. Arrival at the curve and the heart as it were, squirt out of my chest, no one speaks, all is silent, it goes on. I look around, try to understand, I try any obstacle, look for any evidence that could give me the answer I want to hear me say it was not him, he was not wrong. Everything is silent.
It goes and starts to speak.
We already know what we want to tell us, we already know how things went ....
Anyway ... we arrive at the store but we do on time, closed. At
14:30 return to the owners and a guy takes us to another store to finally take Alea.
Now I dwell and dwell a lot about "that" guy, but maybe it is better to let it go ... Only one thing goes through my head now clear mind: shame on you !!!!!!
I said ... we arrive at the store, turn up the shutter and I am there in front of her, Alea.
I will not, I first get Sandro, Piero and Flavia, look out.
Few minutes after Sandro turns and looks at me and I enter. Emotions? Anger, hate, sorrow but joy in seeing her again. The force to pull out, but does not want to move ... I get a little Daje we go on, "we laugh, we succeed, is in front of the van now.
Under the light I see right now .... God, you are reduced ... completely destroyed, no longer you. Fixed
well with the main stand (lucky that I took) Sling very nicely, while discussing with Sandro nice guy, I sit inside the van, the arch, near Alea. I look at the pool, I talk shit ... tears begin to fall then I hear "what do you say?" I raise my head and it was Flavia with a hint of a smile ... I shrugged and she moves through the side door at the rear, "you think ?".... Mass is bad, very bad, but you have fix it, it will take very long time ... but we can do it very slowly ... and another smile ... a girl just over twenty, destroyed, gives strength to a young man who until recently not even know of its existence ... Fabre you were right!!
By now it's late we go! Back
quiet and pleasant: you could not clean the glass as it was dirty, with a through highway is closed with detour in the countries obligated absurd, at times overwhelms a carrofunebre during a procession, lost in Palermo ... what? Quiet no?
short .... 19.30 hours we arrived at the port ... we can bypass the control of finance and we embark towards Civitavecchia. Collapse
to 22.00 on the sofas and I realize that I miss is the night how the hell was gone.
9.00 Civitavecchia
Ripartiamo Bufalotta direction and once there all is well ... ok ok ... Sandro has lost the keys to the garage within the garage, but otherwise ok ... We get
Alea, the door to his place and look carefully doing a lot of photos.
damage evident? Many, perhaps too many front end completely destroyed, bent forks, headlight, front brake lever, knobs, fender, tire, mirrors, handlebars, everything all gone. Tank completely scratched on the right-hand side but luckily no sketchy, it tratterrebbe to repaint and rearrange the pins and zipper front closure post. Clutch cover scratched. Rearsets dx destroyed. Collector dx sketchy. Muffler right scratched.
Damage can adjust easily, we have the original parts for the moment.
But the worrying thing is the frame: upper lattice unsoldered attack near the front of the block and bent the lower post at the same height, in addition, from behind and resting on the tripod center, Alea is all wrong.
How? I'll try to see if you can fix or at least you will have to replace all the talaia resulting reconstruction of the book and everything that implies. I look forward
photos taken this morning to send to some people.
we will not give in Fabro, Alea, even if not for the same time, will return to roar!
OT When was this photo to Alea?
7 hours earlier by Fabrizio ....
