Man, what a day! I swear, being a car instructor in Fara-Gera-d-Adda is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. First off, let me tell ya, this city is a mix of charm and chaos. You got the old-school vibe with those narrow streets like Via Roma and Via Garibaldi, but then bam! You hit the main road, and it’s like a racetrack.
So, I roll up to the driving school, right? It’s on Via Dante, and I’m already feeling the pressure. My first student, Marco, shows up late. Classic! He’s all like, “Sorry, bro, traffic was nuts!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s Fara-Gera-d-Adda, not Milan!” But whatever, we hop in the car.
We start cruising down Via Roma, and I’m trying to teach him the basics. He’s gripping the wheel like it’s a life raft. I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just a car, not a spaceship!” But he’s sweating bullets. Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides to play chicken with us. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. Marco swerves, and I’m yelling, “Don’t hit the bird!”
We barely miss it, and I’m half-laughing, half-crying. I mean, come on! A pigeon? In Fara-Gera-d-Adda? That’s just my luck. After that, we hit the roundabout at Piazza della Libertà. You know, the one with that weird statue? I always joke that it looks like a confused tourist. Anyway, Marco’s still shaky, and I’m trying to keep it light.
Next up, we head to Via XX Settembre. It’s a busy street, and I’m like, “Okay, time to show me what you got!” He’s doing alright, but then he spots a gelato shop. I can see his eyes light up. “Can we stop?” he asks. I’m like, “Dude, focus! You can’t just stop for gelato in the middle of a lesson!” But I get it. Who can resist gelato in this heat?
Finally, we get to the park near the Adda River. It’s beautiful there, man. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. I tell Marco, “Let’s take a break.” We grab some gelato (I couldn’t resist either), and I’m just enjoying the view. The river’s flowing, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Fara-Gera-d-Adda.”
But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past us and nearly crashes into our car. I’m like, “What the heck, kid?!” Marco’s laughing, and I’m just shaking my head. “This city, man. It’s wild!”
After the break, we get back in the car. I’m feeling pumped, but Marco’s still a bit jittery. We hit Via Garibaldi, and I’m trying to get him to parallel park. It’s a disaster. He’s all over the place, and I’m just praying we don’t hit anything. “C’mon, man! You can do this!” I’m practically yelling.
Finally, he nails it! I’m so proud, I almost shed a tear. “You did it, bro! You’re a parking pro!” He’s grinning from ear to ear, and I’m feeling like a proud parent.
But then, just as we’re about to wrap up, we get stuck in traffic on Via Dante. I’m losing my mind. “Why is there always traffic here?!” I’m yelling at the cars like they can hear me. Marco’s just laughing, and I’m like, “Dude, this isn’t funny!”
After what feels like an eternity, we finally make it back. I’m exhausted but happy. Fara-Gera-d-Adda, you crazy little city, you never fail to surprise me. I love this job, even with all the chaos. Can’t wait for tomorrow!