...or Genoa, really. Piaggio Scooters & big Ducatis fly past me and the other traffic, dodging lane to lane like high speed sharks, each with world's thinnest and least dressed girlfriend on the back. Now there's an image for you.
It wid fair put ye aff yer porridge, so it wid.
Still, it's heartening that Italian service station staff are just as surly and full of joi de vivre as their Scots counterparts. I just wish they wouldn't fill up my tank with a lit fag dangling from their lips...
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