This morning I was leaving a company which is situated around 300metres from the Maserati racing complex. I'd been hearing the engines for half an hour or so, so I shouldn't have been surprised to encounter them on the long strip of v. delle nazioni in front of their factory. Approaching the feeder road to the fast by-pass, a banana-yellow Gran Turismo appeared from nowhere and almost obliterared my company's humble little Toyota. After a few choice words exchange and successfully joining the by-pass, I passed the long lens of the publicity photographer, camped on the traffic island. Hope my presence didn't interfere with their morning's shooting. Porca puttana!
