Here we are, parked in the empty parking lot of a Tuscan motocross club. No motorcycle in sight. Yet, my son has already declared it the most beautiful parking lot he’s ever been. He’s – and I quote – “so very happy that we can sleep here”. I don’t see what it’s all about. It’s grass, next to a circuit we can barely see. The road is rather noisy, but nothing extreme. It’s free. We can’t complain.
As I’m writing this, I am wondering why I even take the effort. The signal here is non-existent. Nothing. I can certainly not upload this post today. Writing blogs always already feels a bit like who the fuck are you talking to?? I can tell you, that feeling is stronger if you write knowing that today’s audience will not be there. Maybe, hopefully, they will be patient enough to wait for tomorrow to read this one? They will get a double post as a reward. I might even add a picture to tomorrow’s post! You’re all gonna be spoiled and extra lucky. Until then, you’ll have to do with nothing for now, then this sloppy post whenever it uploads tomorrow, and then perhaps a good one.