TRAVERSE Issue 09 - December 2018 | Page 39

impossible. Finally the rear bumper hit La Más on the front tyre, cutting it and dam- aging the Alpina tubeless rim. The impact knocked La Más down and I fell to the floor with her, lucky that the left saddle bag protected my leg and I was unharmed. There I was on the ground, in a state of "shock" because of the sur- prising action of the truck driver from Slovenia who felt the impact, stopped and got out of the truck at the precise moment when a young Italian guy came running and asked me if I was okay and asked me permission to turn off the engine of the motorcycle. I was lying on the ground, on my side and I got up with the intention of straightening La Más and evaluat- ing the damage: damaged tyre, rim hit, plastic cover on the front broken, and also the right side cover. Giovan- ni Scarabello, my guardian angel, helped me to raise her. I had the inno- cent idea that only the tyre had been punctured, but the damage was much greater, so we moved it towards a bet- ter lit area in the parking lot where we could see the damage more accurate- ly. It was the evening already. Conclusion: impossible to contin- ue! Giovanni was in charge for repri- manding the driver, asking for his li- cense and insurance papers. Without even telling me anything, he started filling out the forms and I, still not un- derstanding how something like that could have happened, and to top it off, without it being my fault, sat on the edge of the pavement and reflected. Yes, I was driving very fast in the rain. Yes, I was a little fatigued. I had driven more than seven hun- dred and fifty kilometres practically in the rain all the time while playing with ascending and descending curves, and in a section of the autostrada that has poor visibility so I said to myself: "This accident was FOR something. TRAVERSE 39 To make me stop, because if not, may- be I would not be sitting there looking at how Giovanni was filling out the in- surance papers and I was left without a scratch." When I finished signing the doc- uments and did the sketch of how the stupid accident left me floored, Giovanni told me: "No problem, I have my van here. I am a motorcycle racer for the KTM team in Italy, and a biker. Seeing you down, I instinctively had to help you, so now we are going to load the motorcycle in my van and we’ll go to Padova to my parents' house.” "We’ll sleep there and tomorrow we’ll go to the BMW dealership with a friend of mine to see if we can repair the rim and the pieces that are broken and that´s it ..." I looked at him, he had a huge smile on his face, and I told myself that it was incredible that this guy had wit- nessed the whole accident, that he was a motorcycle racer and that he had a van with the straps to load bikes,