It is very difficult to explain in just a few words what my relationship with Yamaha has been in these past seven years. Many things have changed since that far-off time in 2004, but especially ‘she', my M1, has changed.
In the beginning we were very happy. We get married and buy nice house in village, she cook very well and house is very clean. Then one day this basta spanaird move in next door. I not like him from the very beginning, he think he so good and he always looking at my M1. Then one day I catch her talking to him in the garden, I get very angry and build big garden wall so she no talk to him any more.
Then one week I go away on business to Bologna and when I come home i catch her in bid with this basta spaniard. "What the hell?" I say "you lousy cheating woman, what you do with this basta spainaird?" And you know what she say, she say "you don't treat me nice anymore, you too old and this man younger and he make me happier than you ever make me. And I know what you doing in Bologna. You the cheating basta. I am leaving you"
"You leaving me?" I say "Screw you puttana, I leaving you! You stay here with your no good lazy spainaird who never do any work and spend all day lying around drinking campari in sun. After all I do for you, this how you pay me back? You dirty puttana"
Then I leave and catch train to Bologna. I take cat with me.