By Italian law, each and every car must be inspected for its road-worthiness. In November, we took our car in for its regularly scheduled revisione, inspection. All was fine, but when we picked the car up at the end of the day, Moreno said to us, “Questa macchina è vecchia – dodici anni. Dopo questo, non farete un altro revisione. This car is 12 years old. After this one, don’t do another inspection!”
Okay. So the next inspection wasn’t due for 2 years, which to us meant that we had a long time to think about it. A month later, the car started making some “strange” noises, so back to Moreno we went. After paying for the repairs, he reminded us once again, “Questa macchina è vecchia.” Okay, okay!
We’ve known Moreno for years and he’s always given us good advice. So, we started thinking about a replacement sooner, rather than later. Our first step: the Goldilocks Method.
For those of you who don’t know us personally, I’ll describe our perpetual dilemma: Em is 6’5″ tall. In Italy that’s technically 1.95 meters. But everybody always rounds up: He’s 2 meters tall which is not the norm, so finding a car that fits can be problematic.
We’d heard good reports about Smart Cars. He didn’t fit, they were too small. We are fascinated with the re-release of the Fiat 500. He fit IF there was a sun roof and it was open, again too small. It was recommended that we buy an SUV, which in Italy we call a “soov,” but they’re just way too big for us. We needed something “just right,” as the story goes. The next day, after going from dealership to dealership, we concluded that our best option was to get a newer model of our 12-year-old favorite.
First stop: talk with Gaia at Lottini Insurance. She assured us that the rate would stay the same, assuming the same model, and suggested that we consider 2 things about any potential purchase: one, was a number that indicated energy displacement within the engine, and two, (and I’m not kidding) the number of watts. What? We wanted a car, not a light bulb. We clearly didn’t know what either of those things were, so Gaia helped us out by saying “Provate per trovare la stessa macchina, just try to find the same car.” Perfect! We were off to see our trusty friend and mechanic Moreno.
We asked Moreno if he knew of a reliable used car dealership. “Certo. Moncini. Sure, Moncini.” Within minutes, we zipped around the corner to meet Angelo Moncini. We told him we were scheduled to leave within a week, but we wanted him to be looking for a newer car for us in the meantime. We all agreed—either within 5 days or in the spring. He called the next day. Yikes! Where’s that slow Mediterranean pace?
Now, paperwork is something that Italy reveres, along with the resulting bureaucracy. So when Angelo found us a car, we weren’t overly hopeful that anything could really materialize in the short time left.
We immediately scurried off to see our friend Fiorella at the bank in Fiesole. Within no time, we had a plan for her to make the payment in our absence. “Non c’è un problema, it’s not a problem.” She’s saved the day more than once in our various times of need! That evening with the help and flexibility of Angelo and his son Simone, we traded cars just hours before departure. Whew! What an experience. Our only delay was waiting for the newly purchased car insurance to go into effect—at precisely 6:30 pm that evening—thanks to Gaia. Also not a problem. We just got a coffee and talked with Simone to pass the time.
The next morning we flew away feeling a little amazed that we’d actually made the transaction happen in so little time. We couldn’t have done it without help from those we trust who are in the know.
Two days later, we received a message from Simone: it seemed that we’d forgotten to leave a crucial document with our old car. Now that was a problem. The solution—an emergency assist from our neighbor, Sandro. We Skyped him on his cell phone and within minutes, we had a scheme to deliver the document to Simone. As The Beatles said in their song, we truly DO “get by with a little help from our friends.”How did we get so lucky?!
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Nothing is simple
5 years ago we studied 8 hours a day for an entire month to prepare ourselves for our Italian Drivers’ License. We passed the written portion of the test without any problems and then had to enroll in drivers’ training behind the wheel to learn the secrets of driving like an Italian. We passed that test too. Whew!
Autoscuola at Piazza Libertà
I keep a calendar of “events” that need to happen. Well, guess what needed to happen in November?! That’s right. We needed to renew our licenses. So we stopped by the Eurodrive Autoscuola, where we had done our original training. The young lady behind the desk wondered why we were there in October. “No, no. E troppo presto! It’s too early.” “Va bene la prima di novembre. It’s okay the first of November.”
Righty
Okay. You are no doubt wondering what it takes to renew the patente, license? We asked and the answer was a 3-part response. We’d need our old license along with our codice fiscale (the Italian version of a social security card). We’d need 95 euro each. And, this is the big one: A VISION TEST. Now this is the hard part of the process for a very simple reason. I am very nearsighted. I’ve worn “corrective lenses” for roughly 3/4 of my life. So what’s the big deal you might ask? The answer is: mono-vision. Years ago my trusty eye doctor prescribed a simple solution for someone nearsighted who wants to read, do needle work, or whatever: one lens. That’s right. I have an eye designated for distance and one that does close-up stuff. It actually works amazingly well. When I asked about driving, I was told that mono-vision is fine. So I’ve enjoyed wearing one contact lens, in my left eye only, for years. But in Italy, they don’t seem to care much about mono-vision. No. You just have to read the eye chart. I was nervous. My right eye is a speed reader with books, but graciously defers to my left eye for anything more demanding than say, farther away than arm’s length. Eye charts are always at least 10 feet away. My right eye began to cry. No way little Righty could pass a distance test. Oh, what to do . . .
My old glasses
Ah, yes. Glasses. I pulled them out of their hard shell case and Em immediately asked, “Where’d those come from?” I explained about my vision anxiety and that I needed to retrain Righty to see far away. “We HAVE to pass that test!” Not to drive in Italy is unheard of. Everybody here relishes the right to cut corners, stray left of center, and speed as though they are being pursued by angry wild boar. “I MUST renew my license!”
Hi-tech testing
Now, at this juncture, you may wonder how I originally passed the vision test. I had the same anxiety and forgot about wearing glasses, so I wore 2 contact lenses. Wow! Distance vision in both eyes! I could spot an owl in the dark at 100 meters, but I couldn’t see to button my sweater. Luckily, Em and I went in together and there, poised on a stool, was Sophia Loren‘s twin. This woman was too beautiful and very stylishly dressed. She immediately began flirting with Em. She asked him to read the chart. And I am not making this up: you cover one eye with your old driver’s license, while the “free eye” reads the chart. Then you switch. Card over the other eye, read the chart. Em’s distance vision is quite good, impressive, according to la Dottoressa, the lady doctor. She complimented him, smiling, chatting and flitting around the room.
The Big Test
Then it was my turn. Card up. Read. Okay. Switch. Card up. Read. I wasn’t sure that she cared about my vision, since she was still gazing into Em’s eyes at the time. But I passed, so what did I care?
But after 5 years, I was slightly worried. Righty could falter. I could go down in a tailspin after the first big E. But no! The glasses worked! I read the chart equally well with both Lefty and Righty. I was thrilled! Also, this year the la Dottoressa apparently had a prior engagement, so il Dottore put us through our paces.
I walked to the front counter and paid my 95 euro, while Em was at the mercy of il Dottore. Whew! What a relief! The young lady behind the counter told me that the new sticker would have to come from Rome—within the next couple of months. She asked if our information was all correct and current. Unfortunately, I had to tell her that the planning commission had changed our address. Same house, same everything—just a different street name and number. Nobody can explain why. So, yes, it’s a bit odd.
Center of the Universe
She looked stern. She informed me that we HAD to have the correct information on the new license and that would require a trip to the official office to get that approval. We made that visit the very next day and were told that a second new sticker would be issued for our licenses—from Rome, in about 6 months. In the meantime, we’d have to carry proof that we’d applied for the changes. Righty began to cry.
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