Sabrina: Soul Rebel

It was a hot day in Roma when Sabrina and I met in the centre of Monteverde suburb, a big smile welcomed me and my notebook, eyes hidden behind a slight touch of make-up were looking with apprehension and possible questions. I had the feeling Sabrina was waiting for such an encounter her entire life, because as we joined a table inside a ‘Gelateria’ her conversation was quick and nervous. Music, Lambretta lifestyle, travel, joy of riding, you name it… she discussed it. Endless information seasoned along with quotes, winks and giggles released in less than five minutes while I had barely the time to write a single note about my first impression.

The coastal storm in which I was trapped ended up being so strong that I pressed toward scheduling a new appointment within her house, fifty km North Roma. “Christian, I want to be clear with you, I am not a gal who wants ‘Pin-Up’ pictures, I use my Lambretta daily with no mercy, but I make sure she returns inside my kitchen after every