Alfa Romeo 158 – Drunk on the Thought of Impending Return
“The Alfa Romeos are beaten!” The wave of noise washed over and engulfed José Froilán González and his scarlet Ferrari as he eased his car through the clamouring throng.
“The Alfa Romeos are beaten!” The wave of noise washed over and engulfed José Froilán González and his scarlet Ferrari as he eased his car through the clamouring throng.
F***king finally!
I have weathered the storm,
I have beaten out my exile.
~The Rest – Ezra Pound~
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