Yesterday morning, I and Adolf, like almost every morning, we take the Alfa to accompany peep nursery. Just left, the car decides not to allocate more '. Call Bruno which leaves me the number of John, "carratrezzista. He tells me that he would arrive at 9:30: at 9:25 and arrives in while we are trying to maneuver the 156 (a crazy ass with no power steering), Torquemada phoned me to ask if he got the little man in the car transport failed. Just fuck clearly, constantly and soooooo nice, as hazardous.
Harness the kindness (I paid) to John and his carroattrezzi to deliver me at work, at a significant disadvantage.
At work we run desperately for a delivery. I called the
Nosferatu which tells me that the car is' ready and that the cause of the malfunction was the battery has reached its end of the cycle.
A colleague of mine is offered (I had already 'done in the past - Guerrino Thanks!) To accompany me to Bruno and I talk about a prendre shortcut to the connection and then drops quickly at home.
I take the Alpha and I follow my colleague, making a tour de peppe inexplicably makes me get on the Flaminia towards Roma to take the GRA. I greet him and thank him and I'll get my way home.
In deciding which of the two-way cross (the Tuscolala is about the other side of the fitting where is the Flaminia), I see the ring locked inside and decide to take the outer ring apparently free.
is "apparently" because, after 2 km I find the traffic jam. Slowly he went into a tunnel. I see the scooter near the exit and I still wonder why the 'more because it does not rain'. I had just come out the answers: in that stretch of road had so much hail that with the passage of vehicles had compacted to form a sheet of ice. I really realized soon after when, for braking a bit 'more' energetic, the wheels of the car were locked and the plane continued its journey Alfa without my will. My second thought (because the first is' is "Fuck fuck fuck ...") was to remember where they were the forms of an accident. Now my car proceeded inexorably out of control towards the car that was ahead of me and I saw more and more slowly approaching. Got eight inches from my "goal" the Alpha miraculously stops. I stop myself including heartbeat and digestion of the dinner table.
I understood the lesson and go at the pace of microorganism.
After the sudden danger is there 'another tunnel, the exit of that I can not find' the mess of traffic on the ice and continue the plan since the first stroke of ten minutes. However
always follow the connecting with 'de Cock is hail that haunts me.
Eventually I get home exhausted at a quarter past eight. And all this even the company of the music I could get in that, having removed the battery, the car had a total reset.
Conclusion: what a mess!
PS = my wife read Adolf
PPS = Torquemada read my better half '
PPPS read Nosferatu = love my
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