Man, what a day! I swear, Noventa-Vicentina really knows how to throw a curveball. Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ like a champ, ready to hit the track. You know, the usual jockey stuff. But nah, life had other plans.
First off, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, right? Just me and my thoughts, thinkin’ about the race later. Then BAM! I see this old dude, like, totally lost. He’s standin’ there, lookin’ at a map like it’s a Rubik’s cube. I’m like, “C’mon, man! It’s 2023!” So I stop, help him out. Turns out he’s lookin’ for the Duomo. I mean, it’s right there! Just a few blocks down Via Garibaldi.
Anyway, I finally get him sorted, and I’m feelin’ all good about myself. But then, I hit the stables. And let me tell ya, my horse, Bella, is NOT in the mood. She’s kickin’ and snortin’ like she’s possessed. I’m like, “Chill, girl! We got a race to win!” But nah, she’s havin’ none of it.
So I’m tryin’ to calm her down, and guess what? My buddy Marco shows up, laughin’ his head off. He’s like, “Dude, you’re gonna get kicked!” I’m like, “Shut up, Marco! I got this!” But inside, I’m freakin’ out.
Finally, race time rolls around. I’m on Bella, and she’s still a bit twitchy. The crowd’s goin’ wild, and I’m tryin’ to focus. We’re at the start line on Via Mazzini, and I can feel the energy. It’s electric! But then, outta nowhere, this guy in the stands yells somethin’ about my mom. Like, seriously? Who does that? I’m tryin’ to race here, not get roasted!
The gun goes off, and we’re off! Bella’s finally in the zone, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. We’re flyin’ down the track, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it! We’re gonna win!” But then, I see this other jockey, totally cuttin’ me off. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your problem?”
We’re neck and neck, and I’m pushin’ Bella harder. I can hear the crowd on Corso Italia, they’re goin’ nuts! I’m shoutin’ at Bella, “C’mon, girl! Just a little more!” And she responds! We’re takin’ the lead, and I’m feelin’ like I’m on top of the world.
But then, disaster strikes. I see a pigeon, like, right in our path. I’m thinkin’, “No way, not now!” Bella freaks out, and we veer off course. I’m hangin’ on for dear life, and the crowd gasps. I’m like, “This is it! I’m gonna eat dirt!”
But somehow, we recover. I don’t even know how. We’re back on track, and I’m pushin’ her harder than ever. We cross the finish line, and I’m like, “Did we win?” Turns out, we did! I’m jumpin’ up and down, and the crowd’s goin’ wild.
After the race, I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, I see that old dude again. He’s at the café on Piazza della Libertà, sippin’ espresso. He waves me over, and I’m like, “Dude, I just won!” He’s like, “Yeah, but did you help me find the Duomo?” I’m like, “Seriously? You’re still on that?”
So I sit down, and we chat. Turns out, he’s a retired jockey too. We swap stories, and I’m laughin’ so hard. Life’s funny like that, right?
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Noventa-Vicentina, you crazy city, you’ve given me a wild ride. I’m headin’ home, thinkin’ about tomorrow. Who knows what’ll happen next? But I’m ready for it. Bring it on!