Renewing Old FriendshipsWhen my morning's chores suddenly evaporated, I had time to kill before pranzo, the midday meal. I decided to take a leisurely drive around the property to get reacquainted with the vineyards, but first I would have to trade in the Maserati for a more “sensible” farm automobile.
“It's a good thing you brought that back,” said Riccardo, after I had pulled up to the garage and explained my purpose. “I certainly wouldn't want you driving such a beautiful car around through the hills and brush in the vineyards. Besides I should look it over, check the car's vital signs, and clean it up a bit.”
I think Riccardo simply missed having the Maserati in his care, but I wouldn't begrudge him some time with la macchina. This wonderful tribute to Italian engineering had been my
