OUR MAN in EUROPE/dave delacroix/Part 11: The Valkyries

Part 11:  The Valkyries


The tranquility of the late Summer´s dawning sun would give no warning. Children, innocent, gathering in the village school yard, quite oblivious. And the local Priest, administering some repairs to the venerable church, the Postman, half asleep, treading his small route, the Butcher, posting his daily specials of salamis and cold cuts, even the county Bus driver, lumbering, almost casually, squeezing his pre-analog (!) vehicle through pre-renaissance streets, whilst Artists hereabouts, not even close to awakening!... Yea! Nary a Soul was, indeed, wary of OUR arriving on our MOTO GUZZ1 1100 cc. with Panzer-like side-car, ascending into Italy from Swiss alpine heights, Nico, "der Kaiser biker", leather clad, goggles, helmet, and yours´ truly, similarly attired, though capped  - in lieu of a spare lid - with WW1 German spike-army helmet, enthroned in the bikeś sidecar with bags, guitar, smoking a "rollie", clutching the black boom-box, Wagner-blasting: The Ride of the Valkyries!

Perhaps some outlying farmer, or some poor Shepherd boy, tending his flock with a cell phone, catching our progress, had telephoned ahead to give warning? -but no! Like lambs to the slaughter, we swooped down upon the ancient village of (name withheld due to film rights negotiations) and raising a ruckus, demanded the village´s lone cafe-bar to open and satiate our rabid thirst!

"Buonjorno, y´all! Campari and Soda. A Bloody Mary! Any nice girls ´round here?"


2010, sept. sent by Deutsche computer, near the town of...our man in europe: dave delacroix