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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Dagmara Mańkowska
are two months that I do nothing but think about this day. Two months passed
to imagine how everything would go and how to do it better.
3200 flyers, carried about, finished knows' where. From Corsica to Sardinia, in the hope that we all now know it already '.
But it 's inevitable. On Friday
'I go to bed too late and too tired.
inevitable, especially when There 's a Vespa be assembled in time for the party.
Tired or not tired, I wake up too early in the morning and see the completion of the preparations. Arrival at the Bar H
which are ten and a half.
Peu and 'already' there 'waiting for us with a beer in hand. I think if things are so 'if there' and really 'Peu one who is smiling and watching us while drinking a beer, then it is becoming a real rally.
Work in progress.
But it 's at 16 that everything begins.
And every minute a Vespa or a Lambretta come to populate the park.
In one hour we are almost one hundred members, nearly 70 scooter. The Vespa Club of Biella, the Besa Boga from Reggio Emilia, Parma from the Souls, the rich (a beautiful Lambretta Golden Special!) Previ Nino! Two brave delight us with a 500 and a Benelli Guzzi Astore period. The snake
party and 'a pleasure.
Relay violent to stop every car that crosses and then to drink a white on the Po
We are many, many smiles.
We find ourselves with friends and laugh.
Half an hour together and then back to the Bar H.
Above us hang our heads a photographer. I know we will be a long and colorful snake on the banks of Cremona! Back at the Bar
H. A young
Vespa hole. No spare wheel for his ET3. Mezzapinta of Reggio Emilia, on his Lambretta Li2 with a 187 Mugello, takes him home to retrieve a while I will pull down 'the wheel.
In a moment we'll get it. The party
already trembles' from seven in the evening, someone leaves to return home, but not before they had eaten a skewer as a snack.
epic music and the steering wheel Vespa Lorenzino keeps us in suspense for a good ten minutes, during which flies destroyed and he falls with his hand gliding. What a sight!
And then we start with the music and beer.
Are Coming Scooterboys Asola, a large group from San Secondo and many of Cremona. Honored to have a Bear in the Alps, alone, on his Lambretta.
And then beer, kebabs, sausages. And more beer.
At nine and a half taking the awards:
Scooter Lady : Paola Stella, its VNB of 59.
mill Kilometer : Furla, from Rovereto, with 200 km.
Mad Max: Peu, because it is' unreachable.
Bolgia Summary: Scooter Boys Asola, for pulling up a tower more than 50 beers in two hours and in 5.
Scooter Club: Scooter Besa Boga Alliance, for his friendship and support.
Best Scooter: Lambretta Sx 150 apple green, beautifully preserved, of meat from Piacenza. Then I go to save
Joao, our president, who decides to seize their own tonight. Verra 'then quickly out of his own woman and exploited as objects of pleasure.
Almost midnight, announcing the much anticipated launch of the spare tire.
I have a golden wheel in hand, while we take the entries.
There will be no more 'than 400 people in the street looking in one direction, one in which we will launch the wheel. From the 'end, with perfect timing, the police arrive with a nice blinking lights us. Choirs of the inevitable outrage.
We must turn the music down, back, to let them go. Launch delayed
wheel. But
have returned two or three times again. They do a checkpoint. Most
'wise up a tent to spend the night here.
And then they dance again, with Paco in Reggio that warms everyone with an outstanding selection of ska and northern soul.
begin the greetings and warm hugs.
four o'clock at night when the music stops. The
faces have been damaged, but definitely satisfied.
Systems and let's have a rest '...
Sunday morning good morning to give the guys who camped outside the bar. Few laps of white and we are already 'in place. Inevitable
thank everyone for the support you gave us.
More 'than 100 members. Over 80
Vespa and Lambretta.
Something like 500 people.
Five hundred people from four in the afternoon at four o'clock at night.
than 500 liters of beer left from the plug. You
deejay.
kebabs and sausages dramatically ended earlier than expected.
Carabbigneri while in the launch of the spare tire.
sirens and flashing lights and verbal.
Hang Gliding.
a fucking PACKING THE CAR THAT MAKES THE BEARD OF PASSAGE.
Aerial photographs.
over our heads, while traveling in the low Cremona.
For us' was an honor to see you. A real treat.
And this morning to see the survivors out of tents and start to drink with us, and 'yet more' beautiful.
Thanks.
Thank you very much.
Thanks to Vespa, the Lambretta, Vespa to scooter clubs and club attendance.
But even more than 'thanks to all friends, true friends, with whom we share a passion that breaks heads and pockets, but it takes a fucking huge smile and incomprehensible to most' face.
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