Luigi was racing through the tiny streets of L’Aquila on a red shiny moped, was his way of showing off how much of a man he was.
Eyewitness statements described the noise coming from the 50cc engine was like a tin can filled with hundreds of irritated wasps, placed inside a tumble dryer that was inside a cement truck.
Some loose hairs managed to break free from his gel glued hairdo and were waving in the wind.
Luigi was wearing thick black sunglasses, a black leather jacket and tight jeans.
He felt really cool after he passed by some ladies that smiled when he passed by them.
They weren’t smiling at him because he was cute, but were actually laughing because he looked like a douche bag.
When he came to an intersection he did the most macho thing he could think of and ignored the traffic lights completely and beelined through the traffic.
Besides almost creating a chain reaction of car crashes, he had cut of an elderly lady who was also riding a moped.
A small basket with some groceries bags in them was hanging from her steering wheel, and as she steered out of the way from the maniac that had just cut her off, some oranges fell down onto the streets.
She stopped to pick them up and saw him just driving along his little way, not paying any attention to what he had just done.
She crushed one of the oranges between her boney fingers and jumped back on her moped.
She then drove to a phone booth and called some of her friends and continued chasing Luigi.
As she drove down the street following him, a couple more grannies on wheels joined her, they come from small alleyways and narrow streets.
They were chasing him at about 50 Km/h, and even though they were wearing silly looking helmets strapped tightly around their heads, looked really mad.
At first he didn’t notice that he was being chased, until he slowed down when he passed by some attractive girls sitting on a bench in front of a bakery.
He heard angry yelling and the loud collection of noise behind him, he immediately knew what was going on and forced his moped to take off at full speed.
The chase went on for another 30 minutes until a big truck pulled out of side street and blocked the way, making his escape impossible.
He hits the brakes and stepped of his moped and turned around and faced his pursuers.
The lady he had cut off walked over to him while her gang members drove around them in a tight circle, honking and shouting inappropriate Italian words.
He dropped down on his knees and begged her for mercy.
Sadly, she had left her mercy at home that day.
She knocked him on the head with a wine bottle she had taken from one of her grocery bags.
When he woke up he had ropes wrapped around his wrists, ankles and neck.
These ropes were attached to different mopeds with angry ladies on them, revving the engine while they waited for the signal.
The old lady laughed and raised her fist into the air, and as she did her gang members drove into different directions and began pulling Luigi apart.
Considering they could only get up to speeds of 50 Km/h, it took a while for them to pull of his limbs and head.
A breeze of wind cleared the petrol fumes out of the streets.
They all parked their mopeds on the sidewalk and stood around his remains, and dipped their index and middle fingers in the puddle of blood and limbs, and painted thick red lines under their eyes.
And started to walk around his guts like Indians around a campfire, tapping their opened mouths with the palms of their hands.
The sound they made travel through the city.
whoo whoo
whoo whoo
whoo whoo
Eyewitness statements described the noise coming from the 50cc engine was like a tin can filled with hundreds of irritated wasps, placed inside a tumble dryer that was inside a cement truck.
Some loose hairs managed to break free from his gel glued hairdo and were waving in the wind.
Luigi was wearing thick black sunglasses, a black leather jacket and tight jeans.
He felt really cool after he passed by some ladies that smiled when he passed by them.
They weren’t smiling at him because he was cute, but were actually laughing because he looked like a douche bag.
When he came to an intersection he did the most macho thing he could think of and ignored the traffic lights completely and beelined through the traffic.
Besides almost creating a chain reaction of car crashes, he had cut of an elderly lady who was also riding a moped.
A small basket with some groceries bags in them was hanging from her steering wheel, and as she steered out of the way from the maniac that had just cut her off, some oranges fell down onto the streets.
She stopped to pick them up and saw him just driving along his little way, not paying any attention to what he had just done.
She crushed one of the oranges between her boney fingers and jumped back on her moped.
She then drove to a phone booth and called some of her friends and continued chasing Luigi.
As she drove down the street following him, a couple more grannies on wheels joined her, they come from small alleyways and narrow streets.
They were chasing him at about 50 Km/h, and even though they were wearing silly looking helmets strapped tightly around their heads, looked really mad.
At first he didn’t notice that he was being chased, until he slowed down when he passed by some attractive girls sitting on a bench in front of a bakery.
He heard angry yelling and the loud collection of noise behind him, he immediately knew what was going on and forced his moped to take off at full speed.
The chase went on for another 30 minutes until a big truck pulled out of side street and blocked the way, making his escape impossible.
He hits the brakes and stepped of his moped and turned around and faced his pursuers.
The lady he had cut off walked over to him while her gang members drove around them in a tight circle, honking and shouting inappropriate Italian words.
He dropped down on his knees and begged her for mercy.
Sadly, she had left her mercy at home that day.
She knocked him on the head with a wine bottle she had taken from one of her grocery bags.
When he woke up he had ropes wrapped around his wrists, ankles and neck.
These ropes were attached to different mopeds with angry ladies on them, revving the engine while they waited for the signal.
The old lady laughed and raised her fist into the air, and as she did her gang members drove into different directions and began pulling Luigi apart.
Considering they could only get up to speeds of 50 Km/h, it took a while for them to pull of his limbs and head.
A breeze of wind cleared the petrol fumes out of the streets.
They all parked their mopeds on the sidewalk and stood around his remains, and dipped their index and middle fingers in the puddle of blood and limbs, and painted thick red lines under their eyes.
And started to walk around his guts like Indians around a campfire, tapping their opened mouths with the palms of their hands.
The sound they made travel through the city.
whoo whoo
whoo whoo
whoo whoo
