BBC News - Pescara football club adopts Italian boyâs shirt design
Great part of Italy
BBC News - Pescara football club adopts Italian boyâs shirt design
Great part of Italy
Only six colours in that rainbow. Amateur.
Yeah, didnât want to represent the + bit.
Little bigot.
Probably worried that Hugo Boss had registered Rainbows as a Trade Mark & didnât want to get used
Pescara is a lovely spot. Spent a day there while staying with the exâs family in Naples. Hell of a drive though
Daughter got married in Cita st Angelo close by. We had 5 days doing research year before wedding then the gig itself.
Best ever car rental moment year before. Future son in law at Hertz. Best Man at next company. Me at some Italian co. SiL gets his pre-booked Focus Estate. BM gets his booked Panda. My girl says. Do you mind an automatic (having booked a Panda) I say, um what car is it?
Audi A1 Sport is the FUCK YESâŚ
Oh man that was 1 cool - their faces 2 what a car for Mountain roads.
Beautiful region. For wedding trip we drove from Venice to Rome, picked up Mum & mates, drove after couple of nights in Rome across country. Stunning drive
I was prevailed upon to drive her cousins fiat croma, lpg converted. 5 hour drive on twisting roads. And 4 bald tyres, one with the radial wires showing through.
Her cousin actually prayed in a Pescara church for our safe return to Piedimonte Di Matese. I drove back in blissful ignorance of the lack of rubber beneath us, didnât find out until the morning after when one tyre had gone completely flat overnight and I saw the state of them while changing the wheel.
Driving on Mountain roads is something everyone should experience at least once, preferably in an under powered car with ropy brakes in the wet to get the full chocolate button experience.
Driven all up and down Greece over the years. I remember as a kid Dad kicking us out of the fiat 125 so he could make it up the last 50 metres. I never learnt.
My other top tip is never ever follow the Sat Nav in Jordan. Ever.
Arizona desert mid-'77 in a Plymouth ArrowâŚselfie on a dirt road, camera bolted to a signpost.
That was a crap carâŚbad steering and bad brakes but it was cheap.
Late 70âs Tenerife rented a VW Beetle Cabriolet no brakes, no 3rd gear no roof. Drove round the Island up & over the Volcano. So yeah, got that T Shirt.
Equally that A1 Sport 7 speed paddles & racing tuned engine & exhaust now THAT was a different level. Even SOUNDED like an F1 car. Went up mountain with Mrs P_F came back with Daughter & Maid of honour in back all 3 screaming as went round the bends at 80-120kph. Amazing carbon brakes as well!!
I think my worst moment was driving back from Sparta toward Kalamata over the Peloponnese.
The Greeks had found themselves with some left over EU grants that they hadnât managed to embezzle, so decided to resurface the main road over the mountains. On the way there it was fabulous,new tarmac, no pot holes, good grip. The view were stunning. Sheer drops hundreds of feet deep.
Then after a lunchtime downpour turned the road into a skating rink - horrific. The girls asleep in the back (lucky for them and me), Brother next to me. Approaching a particularly steep downward hairpin we see the car in front fish tail suddenly. Right, I think, gently does it.
I gave the brake the lightest of touches, barely a kiss, and the back end slew out one way then the other thanks to my frenzied overcorrection. I just about got the car back under control as we entered the bend. As we came out the other side, my brother and I slowly turned to look at each other, fear plastered across our face. We both slowly looked forward and said nothing for the next half an hour
They now call that Drifting its v cool these days
Come on, you canât leave it there. What happened in Jordan?
Easy tiger!
Leaping on the bonnet for that glamour shot I put a large dent in it. Had to find the bonnet lever to push out the dent, fortunately they didnât notice when I returned it.
Did they use that shot for the cover of the porn video or just the promotional material?
âJesus Does Arizonaâ
We were driving from The Dead Sea to Petra. Checked the Sat Nav - looked easy. Drive a long way down the main road, hanger left, drive for a bit and pop out on a parallel main road straight to the Hotel - piece of piss
About thirty kms before the designated turn off there was another left turn and a crappy sign to Petra. The Ayatollah said should we take that one. No no no says I. Itâs a crappy sign and the Sat Nav says this way.
Get to the designated turning - no sign. Hmmm
Well the Sat Nav is pretty determined to take us this way - how bad can it be.
Off we set and for the first 20 km it was fine. Then the road became narrower. A lot narrower. Then the tarmac started to become patchy. The Ayatollah start making noises like âIâm not sure this is the right wayâ etc. But I am committed. I can admit I got it wrong, turn around and face an additional 100km of driving, or a can stick to my guns and try and style it out. I had already seen one car come from the opposite direction so I figured that the mountains we were approaching were passable or at the very least there was somewhere to turn around. So comforted by my impressive logic, we went on.
The Ayatollah, still sceptical, says well at least we have a phone signal.
Twenty minutes later we donât have a phone signal and we havenât seen any sign of life - including plants - this place is like a set from Star Wars. To make matters worse, the road has started to go up.
Up and up, switch back after switchback, no possible place to turn around. The road gets narrower and steeper. Having wished to see another car come the other way to keep my theory alive, I am now praying one doesnât because I cannot see how we would pass each other. The Ayatollah is weeping, I am sweating bullets, white knuckles on the steering wheel. The only reason the Ayatollah hasnât killed me yet is that she doesnât fancy driving.
Eventually, thirty hideous minutes later, after a first gear wrenching climb we pop out at the top to find ⌠a massively wide tarmaced road. Basically the lazy bastards had only bother to do one half of the mountain. So we sailed off to Petra, with me proclaiming that I had the situation under control, and that she shouldnât be such a doubter. She wasnât fooled, not for one minute.
Turns out that even though the first turning was 25km longer, we would have saved at least an hour and and lot of stress.
Ah, the Amman - Petra - Dead Sea road trip.
No wonder you almost got fvcked over, you did it the wrong way round.
Says the man who has done that trip 3 times and never gone âoff roadâ
AhhâŚyou saw that one did you? This was the cover of the VHS (full length feature*) video.