Ive spent time in Italy and in Tuscany.
I remember a few years back standing outside a quaint winery atop one of the rolling Tuscan hills. In the distance I could here the methodical beat of a Harley Big Twin. Sure enough, in a few minutes he appeared cresting the hill by the winery. He passed on by, gently plying the twisty road up one hillside and down another curving right and then curving left and disappearing over the horizon long before the sound of the engine faded.
leafman60 screwed with this post 04-23-2013 at 05:39 AM