News
from Walter! After much head scratching Walter has sorted the window on the van
and given it a good going over. Window and service complete, Onzo in very good
condition apparently, huge sighs of relief this end. All for the princely sum
of €70. Walter, bless you and thanks.
Walters’s
garage was from a bygone era. The type of Garage you see in old scratchy film
footage, or those faded pictures in books where peeling Cinzano prints adorn
the walls. Everything was old fashioned, yet immaculate. Sun bleached Ferrari
red shutters were pulled back to reveal tools in neat rows on the wall, even
the oil spills had been scrubbed. You could imagine a group of men in shirts
and trousers, probably a couple of them smoking. All in silence. Poring over
the open bonnet of a scarlet Ferrari. Slightly puzzled expressions, tuning fork
in hand. There’d most certainly be a pastis or a small glass of red wine
perched on the work bench. No rush, everything considered at length. Any questions
asked were answered, but eventually. Walter’s Father was one of those men.
