The British International ltd drivers woul park by Ricardos parrot bsr by the port in Leca Palmeria Matosinhos and hit the ladies bars and pay £100 or more for a cheap £5 Champagne then in the morning woul cry in the office that they had been cab robbed and their trouser pockets with the running money in had been.cut out with scissors while they slept.
Another one that springs to mind was in the old TIR parking at Campogalliano. Not usually one of my favourite places especially for the weekend but i fancied a few beers and a yarn.
Having got a handy load of peaches I thought I was heading for home until I phoned for a boat and found I was turning in Turin for a milk round of prawns. 12 drops on, starting in Turin and finishing in Brindisi. This was a thursday so I did well to get 4 drops off and was parked up south of bologna on fri evening with a plan to try the Modena drop sat morning. I was at the drop for 0800 and although they were there they wouldn’t take the 2 pallets until Monday. With my plan to get them off and run the half a card south for my next drop stuffed I got the hump and headed to Campo to drown my sorrows.
I parked up next to a couple of Irish fridges who were also unexpectedly weekended and after grabbing a quick shower we were soon at the Peroni for the rest of the day. It was pretty messy and to be honest I don’t really remember how I got back to the truck but sure everybody has had a night or 2 like that, haven’t they?.
The Sunday didn’t start well for any of us but after plenty of tea we decided to head into the town for lunch and after the obligatory “hair of the dog” the day started to look up. Now I’m no GP fan but I’m sitting in an Italian restaurant with all the locals shouting at the TV and even I can work out that something pretty big is happening for Ferrari. Turns out they have won the drivers and constructors championship and before long the owner is passing glasses of champagne around the place to everybody and then he comes over to our table saying something about 5 o’clock and Ferrari. Just before 5 o’clock everybody runs out into the street and the owner drags us outside and there is the roar of engines as suddenly around 10 Ferrari appear sideways around the corner and floor it up road past the restaurant. They turned at the top of the street and all park up outside the restaurant. Everybody is hugging and shouting as Italians do and having never seen more than a couple of Ferraris in one place we wandered over for a look. Now super cars have never really been my thing but classic cars are all together different . There were Ferraris here from the 60s to the present day and some of the older stuff was just magnificent. I even got a spin up the road in a mint 60/70s car and the finale to the evening was some of the newer cars doing burnouts and donuts in the street. This unfortunately went on quite late into the evening and the restaurant kept our glasses topped up throughout. The following morning wasn’t a happy time for me but it was worth it to see just how fanatical the Italians are about cars and motorsport.
Cheers
Neilf
That must have been sooo terrible for you Neilf 
Some funny story’s on her