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January 26, 2006
Fragment: Ducati Pompone Italia
Roomie and I arrived at San Liberale¹ to find a group of motorcyclists returning from a ride. They were very enthusiastic about the ride they had just taken. I pledged to go on the next ride, though I suspected it would not be as good. The upstairs building was huge. People were milling around standing in long lines for food. I recognized a friend (possibly a Buddhist motorcyclist friend from SF) in a car, tangled up with several women. He extricated himself from the car and slipped out the car window to come say hello. I looked around for an apron, but had forgotten the word for it—tovaglia? No that is tablecloth. I recognize Maurizio's brother,² a large fellow wearing sunglasses. We talked about how much the place had changed and he said "I have 18 flocks now" and opened up two large swinging freezer doors. Inside were dozens of baker's racks of frozen pastries. "Could he have meant flocks of Cornish pasties?" I helped him move more sheets of frozen pastries for a while.
[I awoke refreshed half an hour before the alarm.]
¹ Immediately before bed, I was turning the pages of Falloon's Ducati Desmoquattro and I saw a picture of a motorcycle taken at Mr. Pompone's restaurant, where once upon a time in another life I worked.
² Maurizio has no brother.
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Comments
forget the mini-donkeys! we should keep flocks of pastry here at La Ranchita.
Posted by: Sherman at January 26, 2006 1:15 PM
This was a fun one...made me giggle...apron is 'grembiule'in Italiano.(se risuccederà )
Posted by: heather at January 27, 2006 3:38 AM