Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Fabbrico is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I had a lesson scheduled with this kid, Marco. Nice kid, but he drives like he’s in a Fast & Furious movie. We meet at the roundabout on Via Roma. You know, the one that’s always packed? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, trying to keep my cool, and he rolls up in this tiny Fiat like it’s a tank. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re not Vin Diesel!”
We hop in, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s start easy.” But nah, Marco’s already revving the engine like he’s about to take off to Mars. I’m sweating bullets. He zooms out of the roundabout, and I’m yelling, “Slow down, man! This ain’t a racetrack!”
Then, we hit Via Garibaldi. It’s a narrow street, and there’s this old lady crossing. I’m like, “Marco, watch out!” But he’s too busy trying to impress me. He swerves, and I’m pretty sure I saw her give us the finger. Classic Fabbrico moment, right?
After that, we head towards the park, Parco della Resistenza. I thought, “Let’s chill here for a sec.” But Marco’s still in full-on race mode. He’s like, “Can I do a U-turn?” I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a video game!” But he does it anyway. We almost hit a tree. I’m pretty sure I aged five years in that car.
Finally, we pull over, and I’m trying to catch my breath. I’m like, “Listen, man, you gotta chill. This is Fabbrico, not Monaco!” He laughs, and I can’t help but crack a smile. Kids, right?
Next up, I had a break. I hit up my favorite café on Via Mazzini. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and this guy walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m thinking, “Is this normal in Fabbrico?” Turns out, it is. The parrot starts squawking, and everyone’s just laughing. Only in Fabbrico, man.
After my caffeine fix, I had another lesson. This time with Sofia. Sweet girl, but she’s got the attention span of a goldfish. We’re driving down Via della Libertà, and she’s like, “Ooh, look at that dog!” I’m like, “Sofia, focus!” But nope, she’s already distracted. I’m trying to teach her parallel parking, and she’s just staring at the dog. I’m losing it!
Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. We’re stuck in traffic on Via Emilia, and I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” Sofia’s freaking out, and I’m trying to calm her down. “It’s just rain, it’s just rain!” But she’s like, “What if we hydroplane?” I’m like, “Chill, we’re not in a movie!”
Finally, the rain stops, and we make it back. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but laugh. Fabbrico, man. It’s wild. I drop Sofia off, and she’s like, “Thanks for today!” I’m like, “Yeah, let’s not do that again anytime soon.”
As I drive home, I think about the day. It was chaotic, but that’s what makes it fun. Fabbrico’s got its quirks, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have a parrot in a café and almost hit a tree in the same day? Only in Fabbrico, baby!