I know I haven’t written anything on my blog for nearly a month. And I sincerely feel sorry for that!
Tomorrow is Chinese New Year’s Eve so on my way from work to one of my favorite spots to chill, write, read or eat, “Wagas” near the Jing’an Temple, I thought about maybe I should write something about the Chinese New Year, why they are celebrating on a different date as we do, how the usual celebration happens and so on. But one thing on my way to the café disturbed me deeply:
A FUCKING PINK FERRARI!!!!!!!
Excuse my language but due to being one-eight Italian I can´t control myself when somebody destroys the most beautiful thing made by Italians since Da Vincis “Mona Lisa”…and NO, I am not exaggerating!
Normally I shoot people who don’t drive a Ferrari in red but because I am open to new things yellow, black or even silver Ferrari drivers shouldn’t be punished with a death sentence. But pink is just too much!
I will tell you how exactly everything happened, the seconds before and after I saw the pink Ferrari (it hurts more every time I write it). I was sitting in my cab driving along a queue of cars waiting to get into a parking garage of a shopping mall. First I just saw something shiny in front of a Toyota and then suddenly the blasphemy on car manufacturing showed itself and I didn’t know what exactly to do. Should I cry? Or scream at the women (no, she must have been a witch)? Throw something at the car? Paint it red? Call Luca di Montezemolo?
As a consequence to this numerous ideas suddenly my head was filled with this emptiness! Soon anger filled this emptiness!
How can someone possibly choosing pink as the color for your Ferrari. I don’t want to be anyhow some kind of anti-feminist but I think the woman driving got the car, no, the piece of art destroyed from her husband or father or lover, or some poor bastard who really has a bad taste in, let´s face it, probably everything, but at least in women and car-color. Two things pretty essential for a male person in my opinion…just sayin’.
In the end it is not only reflecting the bad taste of one Chinese women and one Chinese men but somehow a general odd thing in China: The taste of people regarding clothes, cars, etc. Sometimes I wonder whether people in China don’t own any mirrors when you see their appereance on the street. That would be an good excuse. But since I live in a Chinese family I definitely know: Chinese people do have mirrors! So, no excuse for the bad taste? Maybe it´s the change from the communist uniform to Karl Lagerfeld Haute Couture and Louis Vuitton “chic”, too much came too fast. That is probably the reason.
Anyway the result of whatever happened to give them that bad taste insulted the idea of Enzo Ferrari. A Ferrari is a race car that accidently came to the streets. What it isn’t? Some kind of doll for a spoiled and bored Shanghainese woman!!!!
Viva La Scuderia Ferrari! Viva Rosso corsa!!!!
