Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a jockey in Borgaro-Torinese is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety bar. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Via Torino. I’m like, “Great, another day to get thrown off a horse.”
First thing, I grab a quick espresso at that little café on Piazza della Repubblica. You know the one? The barista, Marco, he’s always got a joke. Today, he says, “You ride horses, but you can’t ride a bike?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not tryin’ to win the Tour de France here!”
Anyway, I head to the stables. The horses are all chillin’, munchin’ hay. I’m thinkin’, “These guys have it easy.” But then, there’s this one horse, Luna. She’s a diva. I swear, she rolls her eyes at me. I’m like, “C’mon, girl, we gotta win this race!”
So, we get to the track at Borgaro’s hippodrome. It’s packed! People everywhere, shoutin’, laughin’. I’m feelin’ pumped. But then, I see my rival, Luca. That guy’s got a smug look on his face. I can’t stand him. He’s always braggin’ about his wins. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not that serious!”
The race starts, and I’m off! The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, Luna decides she wants to take a detour. I’m like, “No, no, no! Not the Via Cavour!” She’s headin’ straight for the crowd. I’m freakin’ out!
Finally, I get her back on track. We’re neck and neck with Luca. My heart’s racin’. I can hear the crowd goin’ wild. I’m thinkin’, “This is it! This is my moment!” But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon flies right in front of us. Seriously? A pigeon?
Luna spooks, and I’m hangin’ on for dear life. I’m like, “Not today, buddy!” I manage to stay on, but I’m pretty sure I pulled a muscle. Ouch!
We cross the finish line, and I’m breathin’ heavy. I look over, and Luca’s fumin’. I can’t help but laugh. I’m like, “Better luck next time, champ!”
After the race, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. I just wanna chill. So, I head to the park on Via Roma. It’s beautiful there, trees everywhere, kids playin’. I sit on a bench, and this old guy starts talkin’ to me about the good ol’ days of horse racing. I’m like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But have you seen the prices of hay lately?”
Then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Let’s hit up that new pizzeria.” I’m in! I love pizza. So, I head over to Via Garibaldi. The place is packed, but the pizza is worth the wait. I order a margherita, and it’s like heaven on a plate.
As I’m eatin’, I can’t help but think about the day. The highs, the lows, the pigeon. It’s all part of the ride, right? Borgaro-Torinese, you crazy little city, you keep me on my toes.
So, I finish my pizza, and I’m feelin’ good. I stroll back home, thinkin’ about tomorrow. Another day, another race. Who knows what’ll happen? But I’m ready for it. Bring it on, Borgaro!