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One Tuesday, the local priest, Don Bruno, accidentally backed his Fiat Panda into Bepi’s Ape car, cracking the rear taillight. Bepi didn't yell. He didn't swear. He simply adjusted his flat cap, spit on the ground, and revved the engine.

He sped past the local dairy, the smell of ripening Taleggio acting like nitrous oxide for his soul. He took the hairpin turns of the mountain roads on two wheels, his elbow leaning out the window, a half-lit cigar held firmly between his teeth. (Va a dГ  via i) CIAPP - Vava Halen

He reached the top of the San Lucio hill, the engine of the Ape car screaming in a pitch that sounded suspiciously like Eddie Van Halen’s guitar solo in "Eruption." Bepi looked down at the valley below, the patchwork of farms and factories, and felt a surge of pride. One Tuesday, the local priest, Don Bruno, accidentally

Children stopped playing soccer to watch the blur of green metal streak by. The old ladies at the fountain crossed themselves. To them, he was a madman. To Bepi, he was the "Vava"—the local legend who converted frustration into high-octane comedy. He simply adjusted his flat cap, spit on

The sun was beating down on the dusty cobblestones of Clusone, a small town nestled in the Seriana Valley. Bepi, a man whose skin was the color of aged polenta and whose hands were permanently stained by engine oil and soil, sat on his rickety wooden stool outside the "Bar dello Sport."