I met the best people in my life in the strangest ways. I met Salvo in the worst possible way: arguing, quarreling for a post of a event made on a forum of a Club. At the time, Mustang Club of Italy was at the beginning, and I was not yet a Member. Slowly we reconnect , finding points of agreement. When a few years ago one of my best friends died in a car accident, the first to pick up the phone to call me, was you, Salvo.You were the first to catch a plane to say to the Americans that we existed, the first who spent money from their own pockets to follow his dream. When we started writing and making videos with mustangmania, the first to appreciate and share them were always you. In December when I expressed some of my fear and doubts on the trip that I made in January, you gave me a pat on the shoulder and told me: “Go, do you have somethings to lose? It’s an opportunity that does not reappear tomorrow! Remind them how many fans they have in Italy and in Europe! “
Just returned from the USA the first whatsupp received was yours. I had already prepared the photos of the wife of John Clor, with the belt MCI, to deliver to 25 April. Yes, John has managed only to say, “Wonderful!”, And then he was the parade of hand.
I want youto imaginenear to MyFriendofNewJersey, in your cars, withonlyachristmastreetosplit up, ready tochallenge youon the1/4 mile, inasunnyairport during a day of spring. I’ll cometo say goodbyeas it should be but I’m really clumsy, andunwillingtogoodbyes. I’ll come after, as you do witha friend who you did not seefor a while,andyou come with2beers, not to arriveempty-handed.
Goodbye Salvo, Say hello toWill. We willmeet again.
Italian