I had to get a ride across town to pick up my motorcycle and Eleonora was delegated to do the job, with her Vespa 150. You drive she said. No you drive I said and she was nothing loathe.
I must have looked like a circus bear perched on the back but the Vespa took off with a will across town. She sliced and diced the traffic mercilessly, cars gave way to the waif on the scooter and smart they were too as she wasn't stopping for anyone.
Eleonora is the youngest of Giovanni's two children, 16 and bright Asa button. She studies hard is self motivated and gets things done. All of which makes his father proud of course, but that she went off on her own to get her motorcycle license makes him proudest of all. It is the irony of genetics that his son, 24 and studying law in Rome, has no interest in motors at all. Giovanni practically had to get on his knees to get Michele to agree to buy a car, for the law student riding the train to and from Terni works just fine. He is not his father's son, clearly.
Elly is entirely at home in two wheels.
Her parents were discussing the fact that in a couple of years she will be eligible to move up from the 125cc category but Giovanni was adamant she isn't ever going to get a motorcycle.
Eleonora likes to get her way and my money is on her. I'm wondering who it is that makes a motorcycle strong enough to stand up to her iron will.
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