OVER THE MOTORWAY SHE FLEW
She chose the weekend the Pope died to fly in and out of Rome. Innocently she boarded in Geneva and expected pick up at Ciampino. At the receiving end, a car revved the engines at 5am, released the hand brake and sped towards the motorway. Two hours later, at a standstill, the pilot took the wrong turn, distracted by the Easyjet plane flying overhead. To the dismay of pedestrians and smaller cars, the Mercedes did a three point turn and got back in line. In slow motion, the asphalt eventually led to the tarmac. Three days of caipirinah and too many shops later, the pimpmobile was back on the roads, this time heading over the Apennines. The Pope was being buried, Rome was gridlocked, migs only were allowed into the airspace, and car plus passengers were in Bologna.

The Pimp Mobile.

Tatoos and Caipirinahs.