I had an exciting day today. Spent the morning at a low key photo shoot with a fairly well known motorcycle engineer, and then when I got home we started up the Fiat and drove over to the dealership to look at new ones.

We wandered around the lot for a while, and nobody came out to greet us, so we just left without a test drive. In true form, (never drive it further than you're willing to push it back home again) one of the pipes of the motor to the exhaust disintegrated (again, it was held together with some clamps) so she got a little noisy. She made it though. I have parts to order. The stink of old Fiat has just now worn off my clothes.

I was surprised that a bunch of the cars on the lot had sold signs on them.