Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a tractor driver in Turin ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up early, sun barely peekin’ over the Mole Antonelliana. You know, that big ol’ tower? Yeah, that one. I was already feelin’ the vibes, but boy, did it go downhill fast.
So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, right? Just me and my trusty tractor, bumpin’ along. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Yeah, right. First off, I hit a pothole so big, I thought I was gonna lose a wheel. Like, c’mon Turin, fix your roads! I swear, I could’ve planted a garden in that thing.
Then, I get to Piazza Castello. Beautiful spot, but it’s packed with tourists. They’re all takin’ selfies like they’re at the Louvre or somethin’. I’m just tryin’ to navigate my tractor through the crowd. “Excuse me, folks! Comin’ through!” But nooo, they just stare at me like I’m some kinda alien. I mean, who doesn’t love a tractor, right?
Anyway, I finally get past the tourists, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I get a call from my boss. “Hey, we need you to pick up some supplies from Porta Palazzo.” Great. Just great. That market is a madhouse! But I’m a pro, so I head over.
When I get there, it’s chaos. People everywhere, haggling over fresh produce. I’m tryin’ to squeeze my tractor through the narrow streets. I swear, I almost took out a fruit stand. The guy selling oranges gave me the dirtiest look. Like, dude, I’m not here to ruin your business!
Finally, I grab the supplies. But guess what? I forgot my wallet in the tractor. Classic me, right? So, I’m runnin’ back, dodgin’ people like I’m in some kinda video game. I get back, and my tractor’s surrounded by a bunch of kids. They’re all laughin’ and pointin’. I’m like, “What’s so funny?” One of ‘em says, “Your tractor’s cooler than my bike!” I mean, I guess that’s a compliment?
After that, I’m headin’ back to the yard, and I take a wrong turn. Ended up on Corso Vittorio Emanuele II. It’s a busy street, and I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to figure out how to turn around without causing a scene. Cars are honkin’, people are yellin’. I’m like, “Chill, I’m just a humble tractor driver!”
But then, outta nowhere, I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop for a sec, just to enjoy the moment. The guy’s got skills! I’m tappin’ my foot, and for a moment, all the stress fades away. Turin’s got its charm, ya know?
But then, reality hits. I gotta get back to work. So, I hop back in my tractor, and I’m off again. I finally make it back, and my boss is waitin’. He’s all, “Took you long enough!” I just roll my eyes. “You try drivin’ a tractor through a crowd of tourists and a market!”
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. But I can’t help but smile. Turin’s a wild city, full of surprises. From the beautiful architecture to the crazy streets, it’s a ride, man. And even though I had a rough day, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a tractor driver in Turin!