We are the impatient gear clanking. We are the metal that dominates the wind, the magic of the line that dilates the eye.
The thunder rumble that anticipates the flash of lightning.
We are the white of the knuckles that squeeze the steering wheel, the curve that squeezes the heart, the blood whizzing through the veins.
The smell of gasoline and gross hands of fat, mechanical passions workshop.
We are the story that has carved in the asphalt the legend.
We are the Horse prancing and the Trident piercing the wind.
We are Rossocorsa, Official Ferrari and Maserati Dealer.