There was this guy, call Fabio C. - Thirty years ago almost all were named Fabio, Claudio and Roberto. Only in my class, Fabio had four. - Low, large head curly hair that made it even more cumbersome, always place, "a boy perbenino," my mother would say. Too, we thought of the company. And company does not intend to gang, gang or something. Those pathetic assemblages now take only the dregs of the districts.
To join the company were not necessary ridiculous and unfortunate rites of initiation that mimic reality, moral and cultural well below even our dysfunctional reality. To join the company enough to be friends with someone who was already there and it does not matter if you were not cool, SGAM or not you had a Cagiva. You wanted to get the barrels? Well. Did not give a damn? Okay same. Did you visit them only occasionally? No problem, who's there. No raids, no bullies peers, only a quiet suburban life, motor, music, girls, guitars and lots of cold winter.
The proof of this was Fabio C. and others like him. Boys "to the postman" who mingled with other kids completely different social class, taste or cultural level.
But it was an almost automatic that the good guys were the target of jokes at times atrocious. Fabio C., for example, had a bright blue Garelli Gulp single speed, which probably kept clean and polished as his mother kept clean and polish the floors of the house. Sometimes, she appeared in the company, for scolding or delays ridiculous for not having already done their homework. It looked like a gnome: round like an apple, dall'andatura rocking and a head of blond curls that I strongly suspect be a wig.
short, Fabio C. was a maniac of his scooter. Also equipped with paper towels, cleaning now a slightly dull chrome, now in the rearview mirror, now the footrest of a few grains of dirt ground. Probably this is one day, his accomplice a distraction, someone has stuck a used condom on the throttle. You know something terrible, but it is also a kind of retaliation, a lesson in life, detailing the range of values \u200b\u200bdown to earth. The reaction of Fabio C. was the most predictable one might expect from a guy like him to suck immense disgust, nausea, and if it had not been in front of several girls, he probably would also tears. I still remember the tissue paper that she cleaned the knob better if someone had asked for the case of alcohol, sniffing repeatedly accelerating to go home with your thumb and forefinger, being careful to keep fingers well apart, with your little finger raised to 'as if it were unlikely to drink a cup of tea at my grandmother's birthday party.
The moral of all this? None.
The moral of all this? None.
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