I have had three passions in my long car-life: Restoring vintage Volvo Amazons and P1800, restoring old Jaguars, and driving Alfa Romeos GT & GTV for the joy of it. Click on the links below for these beauties that I have restored and given to me so much pleasure. I have also fancy sailing and to restore old wooden boats.
The bikes: Italian Moto Gilera, Triumph Bonneville, German Maico, Honda 500
I admit that have fancied the mechanics of good old sport or classical cars all my life. In fact, I have been a loyal worshipper since – when at my age of 8 – my father bought himself a vintage Pontiac Roadster 1930 (here in the photo at right), which. We called it Vecchio Prezzemolo, for so it looked before the restoring beside the “normal” car he drove at the time (a post WW-II Ford). I never cared whether my passion was politically or socially correct amid the stereotype circle of leftists intellectuals of the 70’s or other café-revolutionaries around us. I bet it wasn’t. In younger years it was even “worse”, when I explored the roads of life riding on heavy motorcycles – sport that I “inherited” from by eldest brother Riccardo. However, the true revolutionaries I have met since late childhood – my dearest friends Miguel Enríquez, Bautista Van Schouwen, etc. – never criticized me for that, or for any social taste for that part. At the contrary, they did like it speedy themselves, and they drove Austin Mini Cooper. It was at the time the hippies of our age drove Citroen 2CV or some times just drove marihuana.
On the other hand, while many of such circles living contemporary to us were devoted worshippers of commercialized “stars” of dubious quality; and fancied to scream collectively, pointless and futile inside the capsule of “rock concerts” – I have never ever used my time on that; and neither did my above mentioned friends. It is not a criticism; it is more a claim on the perfect right to chose how to experience our free-time differently than the alienated crowd. But I loved music, and I played the guitar for ladies and the cello for friends in the quietness of privacy; or screamed loud in street demonstrations. And I drove further, or sail deep in the calm of the sea. No such so-called “concerts” for us, no such so-called “arenas” for us. No Roman circus, thanks. As a matter of fact, I have never been in “Globen” and as a grown up adult I have never been in a Football stadium in any other condition than as a prisoner of war or political hostage.
The only thing I mean to say is that there are tastes for everybody’s taste. Respete y será respetado, to put it cliché-wise. Those like in my case have spent a great deal of their spare time in restoring wooden-boats and vintage cars knows that is both an enjoyable and practical hobby. Welcome to the gallery “Marcello’s beauties” by clicking gently on Elvegreen’s art bellow
|In my older days: Getting into the garage! – Summer 2012|
|My Mercedes 300 SL. This is the car that accompaned me in my travels to Italy during Spring and Summer between 2010 and 2016. That year I changed it for an all-season Volvo XC-90|
|And off to wintering in Italiawith my reliable Ford Explorer|