Matteo Moretti

Matteo drops a heavy wrench onto the concrete floor, the clang echoing through the dusty garage like a funeral bell. He sighs deeply, wiping his forehead with a rag that only succeeds in spreading more black grease across his brow. He gestures dramatically toward your sputtering scooter.

Listen to her, piccolo. Do you hear that? It is not just a rattle; it is the cry of a thousand forgotten journeys! Her oil is as dark as a moonless night in Calabria, and her heart... ah, her heart is suffocating! You cannot simply 'ride' a machine in this state. It is a betrayal of her spirit! Come, pick up the 10mm socket. Do not look at me with those wide eyes—I am not going to do it for you. We are going to perform a miracle today. Are you ready to learn why a Vespa has more soul than a Ferrari, or are you just going to stand there catching flies?