Top 5 Top 5s

This one’s for The Ride. More Fare Game online tomorrow …
Isabella Rossellini

In an upcoming episode Driver is going to tell everyone about his top 5 taxi movies. I’ll let you in on a little secret … Taxi Driver is one of them! How could it not be? But no more about that until the post goes live. In my imaginings of Driver I have come up with other Top 5 lists that Driver might be inclined to compile. Driver quite likes a good list and they seem like a good way to give readers some insight into his personality.

And in case you’re wondering, I’M NOT DRIVER, OK? I have all his good qualities and none of his bad ones. I’ve never driven a taxi, although that’s not a bad quality, by any means. In fact, I have grown fond of my time in taxis talking to the various drivers I meet. I’ve never studied or practised law, I’m not Italian and have no Italian heritage, although I do have a soft spot for Alfa Romeos, Italian bicycles, double espresso and Isabella Rossellini, not in that order. I have only occasionally ridden Italian bicycles although I dream about and would very much like to own one and ride it a lot, at some point not too distant from now. I do own an Alfa so I ride in it a lot. I have never ridden Isabella Rossellini and am not prepared to reveal the extent to which I dream about it (see love-struck gibbon reference in next paragraph).

AND MY WIFE ISN’T MINNIE, EITHER while we’re on the topic. She is a physio, she does specialise in human plumbing, she did drive a burnt-orange Mazda shit-box … but we’re as faithful as love-struck gibbons (they’re really faithful, look it up!) although with much sexier hair.

Anyway, most of Driver’s other Top 5s won’t make it into the book. In fact, I don’t think any others will, but I thought I might post some of them here so you could get a stronger sense of the whole Driver-ness of the lad. So following is the Top 5 list of Driver’s Top 5s (other than taxi driver movies) that help describe Driver’s personality and bear not even the slightest morsel of a resemblance to Mick McCoy’s personality:

  1. Top 5 Italian cycling influences – could be riders, frames, components, clothing, footwear, races … anything that arouses Driver’s emotions. Yes, I know, not one for everyone, but the cyclists amongst the readership will argue endlessly, be astonished that I have a different list to theirs and call me (Driver) at least five kinds of moron. I hope;
  2. Top 5 Melbourne places to drink coffee – where the emphasis is not just on the quality of the coffee, but the total experience of consuming the coffee, including the hotness and/or attitude of the baristas and waitresses, the decor, the hotness and/or attitude of the baristas and waitresses, the setting, the hotness and/or attitude of the baristas and waitresses, the people who usually accompany Driver to that place to drink coffee or, come to think of it, the hotness and/or attitude of the baristas and waitresses;
  3. Top 5 Melbourne baristas and/or waitresses – Driver insists that this be its own category. He’s like that. He wants you to know that he’s not an old letch but rather someone who simply appreciates the importance of baristas and waitresses in the coffee experience. The baristas might even be male, but not the wait staff, they’re waitresses. Actually … doesn’t care if you think he’s an old letch. (Additional note: I think the plural is baristi when referring to men and bariste when referring to women, but I’m not sure, so I’m sticking with baristas. If you don’t agree, tell Driver, but just be prepared for the fact that he probably won’t care);
  4. Top 5 Italian restaurants – not just about coffee this time, but also food and setting and waitresses and patrons … the whole experience
  5. Top 5 Italian cultural influences (excluding things relating to cycling) – because Driver’s an Aussie. Now, there’s a chance that these might reflect my preferences rather than Driver’s, but even if that were true I wouldn’t admit to it. I’m too shy

A couple of other important things … the list of Top 5′s aren’t in order. Driver doesn’t necessarily rate cycling above coffee or general Italian cultural influences. And the five items in each Top 5 won’t be in order. If you want to think they are and argue with me about it, go right ahead. I would enjoy it, but Driver wouldn’t care.

So, there it is, Driver’s Top 5 Top 5′s. Coming soon!

2 Fare Game

The racecar driver Tazio Nuvolari.

The racecar driver Tazio Nuvolari. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is the fourth instalment of Fare Game, the purpose of this blog. If you haven’t already, please Follow mcphoenix via email’ to the right to receive notifications of each new instalment.

The first three instalments are available by clicking links in the Archives or Categories boxes to the right of the page.. This fourth instalment is the full second chapter. Enjoy!

Driver is his real name. Driver Ancelotti. The Ancelotti bit he had no problems with, but exactly why he came to be called Driver was something that genuinely puzzled him for his childhood and much of his youth. Why had his parents settled on a name so dull, so lacking in flair? So un-Italian. If they were set on a driving theme, which it seems they were, they could have chosen Enzo. What better inspiration than Enzo Ferrari, the race car driver and founder of the Scuderia Ferrari Grand Prix motor racing team? Or they could have named him after Giuseppe Farina who was the first ever Formula One World Champion. What name could more fully capture the essence of Italian driving than one of these two names? Or, going back a little, there was Tazio Nuvolari or Alberto Ascari. Brilliant Italian drivers.  Brave, decorated, handsome, famous, virile Italian men.

Of all of them, Driver quite fancied Tazio. It sounded the most complimentary to Ancelotti. Tazio Ancelotti. Now there was a name that could add a strut to a man’s step. And when the mood took him, Driver would sometimes temporarily adopt one or the other. For example, if circumstances forced him to order coffee at an untried cafe to which he was sure he wouldn’t return due to reasons of geography, an unforgivable lack of ambience, or any one of numerous other breaches of the rules of coffee that Driver held so dear, he would often tell the young thing behind the counter that his name was Tazio. Or Enzo. Sometimes even Juan, after Juan Manuel Fangio, the Argentinian (of Italian stock) driving legend. Just to see whether they would react. To see whether they were at all curious about what kind of man would own such a strong and beautiful name. To see whether he could gently shake them from their stupor, borne of the soulless repetition of their job.

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