Man, what a day! I swear, Narni-Scalo is a wild ride. I woke up thinking it’d be just another boring Tuesday, but boy, was I wrong.
First off, I hit the road on Via Roma, cruisin’ in my old Fiat. You know, the one that sounds like a dying cat? Yeah, that one. I’m just minding my own business, when BAM! A pigeon decides to play chicken with me. I swear, that bird had a death wish. I swerved, nearly hit a lamppost on the corner of Via della Repubblica. Not cool, man.
So, I get to the shop, right? It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I’ve got tools everywhere, like a mechanic’s paradise. I’m just about to grab a coffee when my buddy Marco bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon or something. Turns out, he locked his keys in his car. Classic Marco.
We head over to his ride parked near the train station. You know, the one by the old bridge? Yeah, that one. I’m trying to pick the lock, and this old lady walks by. She stops, looks at me like I’m some kind of criminal. I’m like, “Lady, chill! I’m not stealing this car!” She just shakes her head and mutters something in Italian. I think she called me a “gioventù perduta” or something. Whatever, lady.
Finally, I get the door open. Marco’s all grateful, like I just saved his life or something. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a car.” But hey, I’ll take the free coffee he promised me.
Then, I get back to the shop, and my phone rings. It’s this customer, right? He’s freaking out about his scooter. Apparently, it’s making a weird noise. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a scooter. They all make weird noises.” But I head over to check it out anyway.
I get to his place on Via dei Garibaldini, and the scooter is just sitting there, looking all sad. I kick the tire, and it makes this awful sound. I’m like, “Yup, that’s definitely broken.” Turns out, it’s just a flat tire. I fix it up, and the guy is so happy, you’d think I just gave him a million euros.
But then, as I’m leaving, I step in dog poop. Ugh! Seriously? Who doesn’t clean up after their dog? I’m hopping around like a lunatic, trying to scrape it off my shoe on the cobblestones. I’m cursing like a sailor.
After that, I decide to take a break. I hit up this little café on Via Cavour. Best espresso in town, no joke. I sit down, finally relax, and just as I’m about to take a sip, my phone buzzes again. It’s my sister. She’s in a panic because her car won’t start. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?”
So, I head over to her place, which is on the outskirts, near the old castle. I get there, and she’s standing there looking all helpless. I pop the hood, and guess what? The battery’s dead. I’m like, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” I jump it, and it starts right up. She’s all grateful again, and I’m just thinking, “Why do I even bother?”
Finally, I get back to the shop, and it’s already dark. I’m exhausted. I sit down, and just as I’m about to close up, this guy rolls in with a vintage car. It’s a beauty, man! But it’s making this awful grinding noise. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”
I spend the next hour working on it, and it turns out to be a simple fix. The guy is so happy, he offers me a ride in it. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” We cruise around Narni-Scalo, and I feel like a king. The streets are lit up, and it’s just beautiful.
But then, as we’re driving, I see that same pigeon from the morning. I swear, it’s stalking me. I’m like, “Dude, get a life!”
Finally, I get home, and I’m just done. What a day! Narni-Scalo, you’re a trip. I love this place, but man, you sure know how to keep a mechanic on his toes!