The engine note of a Ferrari 488 Pista didn’t just growl; it screamed, a high-pitched metallic wail that bounced off the ancient trees of the Parco di Monza. Behind the wheel, Alessandro felt the vibrations in his teeth. This was the "Temple of Speed," and he was running late for a meeting that would change his life.
Alessandro pulled out of the pit lane, the smell of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel clinging to his suit. He had just finished a private track session, a gift from his father for finishing law school. But his heart wasn't in the courtroom. It was in the kitchen. Monza - Spezia
"You brought Monza to the sea?" Matteo laughed, wiping his hands on a flour-dusted apron. "Saffron has no business near my mussels." The Fusion The engine note of a Ferrari 488 Pista