It was a very nice and quiet night... The trees slowly moved their leaves in boredom, and all nature was resting in a relaxed and peaceful fashion. Suddenly, the wrath of Khan, Lucifer and Thor all rolled into one fell upon the sacred mountain of Troodos: a menacing 33 1.7 tore the peace asunder, with a sound coming from the 9th circle of Dante's Inferno, followed by an Abarth 500 scorching the earth. The two kept punishing the asphalt, constantly shaking leaves and rocks on the way... and then, the wistles and bangs of a huge turbo echoing in the distance. It was time for the MkI Punto GT to scare the elves. Shortly afterwards, a strange and indiscreet growl from a DOHC 5 pot complemented the Mayhem. The Coupe 20vt raped its tyres on the twisty roads of the scenery.
...and then there was silence
...come bite my thumb! I hope you know the stakes!
1 boxer, an I-4 and a legendary turbo four in perfect harmony, forming a crescento in b maggiore, capable of shaping the best tenors...
Troodos will never be the same again...
But the torture for the gonad macadam was anything but over. Just as nature started to fall back in the sweet lapse of Morpheus's embrace, the vandals returned, destroying the remains, as the infernal carnivorous winds lick the remaining glowing embers...
Mark the date Palaichori lost its innocence: July 18, MMXIII E.H.
...and THAT'S HOW YOU WRITE FICTION!!!
GREAT DRIVE, GREAT COMPANY, GREAT FOOD, IMPECCABLE SOUNDS AND SMELLS
