“If they tell you that time does not fly, tell them to shrug their brain. It was 2004, 23 February 2004, when I got my brand new Quattroporte. I was happy as a child, even though I had already passed my sixties and from that day 12 years have already passed, nearly 13 during which I have traveled more than 350.000km across the whole Europe and never abandoned from that generous and regal eight-cylinder.
The first of a whole new generation of Quattroporte, which was able to collect the old glory (lived as a child on the back seat of the Trident who owned my father) and combine them with modern engineering, with 400 prancing horses always ready to please you with the joy of a roar coming out from the exhaust at the back. A refined living room from a retro taste that allowed me to enjoy the most special aspect that life can give us: freedom. To travel, to move us beyond our own backyard and away from what our eyes peer every day. But as it’s logical, years pass and I’ve probably aged worst than my Lady on wheels, so to struggle to focus the road ahead and prefer to be accompanied by my beloved nephew. But I will not give up, I know that one day or another a journey of a thousand facets is waiting for me, it’s waiting for me and my Quattroporte, and although I will not play with its glorious cavalry, yet I will live what is the fantastic gift that it gave me the day I brought it home – that precious sense of freedom.”