It was a really sunny day today, 22º C, not much traffic, riding on a 3-lane-freeway at an almost
legal speed. I was being alert and looking in the mirrors a lot, for - erm, well you know - police-cars... At one moment I looked in those tiny mirrors again, I noticed a black sports-car approach, slowly but steadily... it was low and wide... why the *** are those round Paso mirrors so small and unuseable... Was that a silver horse I saw on the front? Well, I just let him overhaul and I will see...
I was thinking in myself - I really should look for a bar-end mirror and find a way to attach it on those solid Paso bar-ends -... Hey, where the *** was that car anyways? It hadn't passed me yet... I took a look over my shoulder...... :toofar: He had slowed down (we were doing 130 km/u now) and was checking out my black 907ie!
Of course I was now admiring his Ferrari, also beautifully shiny black, targa top, straight lines, not too curvy (I guess it was a late 80's or early 90's model). I waved my hand (with a small gesture, it still was a car...) The grey-headed guy smiled, waved back and took off again... at a reasonably normal speed (even Ferrari drivers want to keep there drivers-license... )Well this Italian encounter made my day!