Tuscany in our DB9 Volante
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Pericoloso said:
I'll be approaching from Austria but will drive all parts of it and stopping to take all the views in too.
If you are planing from Austria, you should take the route via Sölden towards „Timmelsjoch“ .Leaving Timmelsjoch via Meran towards Stelvio. Worth the way, great scenery and a very interesting Motorcycle Museum on Timmelsjoch.
https://www.timmelsjoch.com/en//
Just an idea ... cheers
@ Timmelsjoch
Stelvio both sides
cayman-black said:
Forget the Quadrofoligio and get the StelvioQV !
As for the Stelvio pass, its tight and the passes over in Switzerland are much better imo.
Good idea, but we are awash with 4 x 4's at the moment. There's the Disco, the Audi RS4 Quattro Avant, and the new Bentley being delivered in early December.As for the Stelvio pass, its tight and the passes over in Switzerland are much better imo.
Rosanne said:
cayman-black said:
Forget the Quadrofoligio and get the StelvioQV !
As for the Stelvio pass, its tight and the passes over in Switzerland are much better imo.
Good idea, but we are awash with 4 x 4's at the moment. There's the Disco, the Audi RS4 Quattro Avant, and the new Bentley being delivered in early December.As for the Stelvio pass, its tight and the passes over in Switzerland are much better imo.
Edited by anonymous-user on Thursday 27th September 15:11
A series of strange coincidences led me back to this thread.
While holidaying in the north of Scotland last week a casual enquiry in to the origin of the GMG t-shirt I was wearing led to the following.
The enquirer and his mate were being propped up by the bar in the pub I was staying in and, after a brief exchange of pleasantries his friend turned out to be in a similar line of work, and a supplier of my employer. We discovered several mutual acquaintances and after a few off-the-cuff comments about his company and why they were so far from their southern home it became clear that the original questioner was none other than “hubby”, the owner of the be-striped Aston, and a fellow Quadrifoglio owner.
The night soon descended in to a raucous drinking session, me with my very council Stella and the two travellers with the subject of their Highland tour – whisky.
There were several sore heads at breakfast the next day.
Well it turns out all the stories about Rosanne and Hubby are true, including that watch. I’m not giving any names here, contact details were exchanged, hung over travellers disappeared off on to the moors, and I’m sure our paths will cross again.
This is all bulls
t, right? Just like the rest of the thread? Well due to the lack of custard I’ll just leave this here...
While holidaying in the north of Scotland last week a casual enquiry in to the origin of the GMG t-shirt I was wearing led to the following.
The enquirer and his mate were being propped up by the bar in the pub I was staying in and, after a brief exchange of pleasantries his friend turned out to be in a similar line of work, and a supplier of my employer. We discovered several mutual acquaintances and after a few off-the-cuff comments about his company and why they were so far from their southern home it became clear that the original questioner was none other than “hubby”, the owner of the be-striped Aston, and a fellow Quadrifoglio owner.
The night soon descended in to a raucous drinking session, me with my very council Stella and the two travellers with the subject of their Highland tour – whisky.
There were several sore heads at breakfast the next day.
Well it turns out all the stories about Rosanne and Hubby are true, including that watch. I’m not giving any names here, contact details were exchanged, hung over travellers disappeared off on to the moors, and I’m sure our paths will cross again.
This is all bulls
t, right? Just like the rest of the thread? Well due to the lack of custard I’ll just leave this here...generationx said:
A series of strange coincidences led me back to this thread.
While holidaying in the north of Scotland last week a casual enquiry in to the origin of the GMG t-shirt I was wearing led to the following.
The enquirer and his mate were being propped up by the bar in the pub I was staying in and, after a brief exchange of pleasantries his friend turned out to be in a similar line of work, and a supplier of my employer. We discovered several mutual acquaintances and after a few off-the-cuff comments about his company and why they were so far from their southern home it became clear that the original questioner was none other than “hubby”, the owner of the be-striped Aston, and a fellow Quadrifoglio owner.
The night soon descended in to a raucous drinking session, me with my very council Stella and the two travellers with the subject of their Highland tour – whisky.
There were several sore heads at breakfast the next day.
Well it turns out all the stories about Rosanne and Hubby are true, including that watch. I’m not giving any names here, contact details were exchanged, hung over travellers disappeared off on to the moors, and I’m sure our paths will cross again.
This is all bullst, right? Just like the rest of the thread? Well due to the lack of custard I’ll just leave this here...
While holidaying in the north of Scotland last week a casual enquiry in to the origin of the GMG t-shirt I was wearing led to the following.
The enquirer and his mate were being propped up by the bar in the pub I was staying in and, after a brief exchange of pleasantries his friend turned out to be in a similar line of work, and a supplier of my employer. We discovered several mutual acquaintances and after a few off-the-cuff comments about his company and why they were so far from their southern home it became clear that the original questioner was none other than “hubby”, the owner of the be-striped Aston, and a fellow Quadrifoglio owner.
The night soon descended in to a raucous drinking session, me with my very council Stella and the two travellers with the subject of their Highland tour – whisky.
There were several sore heads at breakfast the next day.
Well it turns out all the stories about Rosanne and Hubby are true, including that watch. I’m not giving any names here, contact details were exchanged, hung over travellers disappeared off on to the moors, and I’m sure our paths will cross again.
This is all bulls
t, right? Just like the rest of the thread? Well due to the lack of custard I’ll just leave this here...Hubby has confirmed this remarkably coincidental meeting with Generation X as per above post. He says that they all had a very pleasant evening in this delightful pub in a small Scottish seaport, wherein much alcohol was consumed and car chat predominated.
If you've heard of Six Stages of Separation ( e.g. an American obstetrician living in San Diego
can be connected with a yak breeder living in a yurt in Anatolia, and with only six mutual contacts ), well, here are two keen PistonHeaders connected eye to eye and face to face !
If you've heard of Six Stages of Separation ( e.g. an American obstetrician living in San Diego
can be connected with a yak breeder living in a yurt in Anatolia, and with only six mutual contacts ), well, here are two keen PistonHeaders connected eye to eye and face to face !
generationx said:
A series of strange coincidences led me back to this thread.
While holidaying in the north of Scotland last week a casual enquiry in to the origin of the GMG t-shirt I was wearing led to the following.
The enquirer and his mate were being propped up by the bar in the pub I was staying in and, after a brief exchange of pleasantries his friend turned out to be in a similar line of work, and a supplier of my employer. We discovered several mutual acquaintances and after a few off-the-cuff comments about his company and why they were so far from their southern home it became clear that the original questioner was none other than “hubby”, the owner of the be-striped Aston, and a fellow Quadrifoglio owner.
The night soon descended in to a raucous drinking session, me with my very council Stella and the two travellers with the subject of their Highland tour – whisky.
There were several sore heads at breakfast the next day.
Well it turns out all the stories about Rosanne and Hubby are true, including that watch. I’m not giving any names here, contact details were exchanged, hung over travellers disappeared off on to the moors, and I’m sure our paths will cross again.
This is all bullst, right? Just like the rest of the thread? Well due to the lack of custard I’ll just leave this here...
SLB mean anything ?While holidaying in the north of Scotland last week a casual enquiry in to the origin of the GMG t-shirt I was wearing led to the following.
The enquirer and his mate were being propped up by the bar in the pub I was staying in and, after a brief exchange of pleasantries his friend turned out to be in a similar line of work, and a supplier of my employer. We discovered several mutual acquaintances and after a few off-the-cuff comments about his company and why they were so far from their southern home it became clear that the original questioner was none other than “hubby”, the owner of the be-striped Aston, and a fellow Quadrifoglio owner.
The night soon descended in to a raucous drinking session, me with my very council Stella and the two travellers with the subject of their Highland tour – whisky.
There were several sore heads at breakfast the next day.
Well it turns out all the stories about Rosanne and Hubby are true, including that watch. I’m not giving any names here, contact details were exchanged, hung over travellers disappeared off on to the moors, and I’m sure our paths will cross again.
This is all bulls
t, right? Just like the rest of the thread? Well due to the lack of custard I’ll just leave this here...baconsarney said:
Mr Tremlini, your literary skills are on par with your photographic ones..... 
Thank you very much baconsarney. I must apologise for my tardy response time, however I have been busy with cliff diving in Puglia and break dancing in Zurich, and now I have a few days R&R before heading to Turkey for beach wrestling. I`m not sure what I am getting myself into with the latter, I have visions in my head that I wish would depart, of large, hairy, swarthy men, oiled up and grappling one another in a semi-erotic fashion while abrasive sand creates no end of extreme exfoliation issues.
steviebee155 said:
Thanks to everyone who posted on this thread. Fabulously eloquent, it has transformed a rather dull evening in a sub standard Copenhagen hotel with only an international women's football team for company, a dubious honour, into an unexpected pleasure. Looking forward to the Michael Bay film (and I've not heard many people say that before) to clock the DB9. Keep up the good work.
Steviebee155! Good to see you posting! I wish I had seen your comment earlier, but in case you are still in Copenhagen, the Gasoline Grill in the site of an old petrol station in Landgreven serves a very small selection of hamburgers (three from memory, one of which is vege to cater for the upwardly mobile vegan hipster, so give that a miss) that are pretty decent, rated in the top something-or-other by the New York Times, and worth a stop for a pre-dinner snack! I trust your V8V treats you well.Mr.Tremlini said:
baconsarney said:
Mr Tremlini, your literary skills are on par with your photographic ones.....
Thank you very much baconsarney. I must apologise for my tardy response time, however I have been busy with cliff diving in Puglia and break dancing in Zurich, and now I have a few days R&R before heading to Turkey for beach wrestling. I`m not sure what I am getting myself into with the latter, I have visions in my head that I wish would depart, of large, hairy, swarthy men, oiled up and grappling one another in a semi-erotic fashion while abrasive sand creates no end of extreme exfoliation issues.
Sincerely yours,
Baconsarney...
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