My first driving experience
Some weeks ago (I know, I haven’t blogged for a while) my family and me went to a place on the river Po which is quite in the middle of nowhere.
There I tried my father’s racing boat for the first time.
If you want some technical specifications about the boat, here are some: it mounts a 2-litre Alfa Romeo engine, tuned up to give about 190bhp (although that day it felt bored so it probably produced only twelve, but anyway…). The hole boat, full of engines and fuel tanks, weighs about 370kgs (just like a mid-American). I think that’s enough with this boring stuff, so let’s move on to the exiciting part.
After my brother and my father had a go with it, it was finally my turn.
The photos you see above are taken by my brother and, believe it or not, that me!
It’s been an epic moment for me, ’cause not only it was my first time in a racing boat, but it was my first time on an engined thing as well (apart for my mother’s car). When I was there I enjoyed the speed a lot, and it felt like I was doing 200mph (though I was probably doing about 85mph. Still, on the water…) .
I know you’d be tempted to vomit seeing the last pic (I’d do that), so I’m sorry for that.
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