Yes, it was a lovely day. It was sort of like living in a post card. A European post card. No rush, no hustle, we just took our time taking in all Castel Gandolfo had to offer.
Out of the blue, this old guy rolls up on a Moto Guzzi and pulls over. Moto Guzzi has been making motorcycles in Italy for over half a century. The bikes are not terribly sophisticated nor very powerful but they ooze old world character like non other. Sort of like a tractor with only two wheels. The dry clutch makes a huge racket when you pull the clutch lever in and the push rods only add to the din, however, they are wonderful bikes to ride. Were I to ride again, I would have a serious look at a Guzzi.
As I am about the same age as this “old guy”, and the fact we were both in Italy and both riding Italian machinery on cobblestone, well, we were almost brothers! My lack of red riding boots made all the difference. Very Italian. Very cool.
Here we are at the other end of the bridge. The Vespa is parked on the bridge by the white building way off in the distance. That’s also where I caught the Guzzi on film. “Our” pizza shop too is distant to the right. The Mediterranean, our next stop, was about 20 kilometers from here.