Tazio Nuvolari is a legendary presence, always alive in the memories of motorsports enthusiasts and non-enthusiasts too. He\u2019s the measuring unit of the fastest race and of the most exciting race which may be run.
\nA timeless legend, Mr Nuvolari was born one hundred and twenty-six years ago, on the Mantua territory and, already at six years old, he sped through the countryside, on his red moped. Little by little he acquired speed driving rumbling motorbikes and powerful four-wheel vehicles, challenging both rivals and fate, with his boldness and obstinacy.
\nA life lived intensely in vivid colours, where reality overcame imagination.<\/p>\n
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NUVOLARI<\/strong> NUVOLARI<\/strong> \u201cBecause dialect was a language that I couldn\u2019t lie with\u201d<\/em>. Nino Pedretti was a poet, translator and a teacher, this poem was taken from the book \u201cAl v\u00f2usi e altre poesie in dialetto romagnolo\u201d<\/em>, (\u201cAl v\u00f2usi and other poems in Romagnolo dialect) by Manuela Ricci, Einaudi Editore, 2007<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mantovano Volante Tazio Nuvolari is a legendary presence, always alive in the memories of motorsports enthusiasts and non-enthusiasts too. He\u2019s the measuring unit of the fastest race and of the most exciting race which may be run. A timeless legend, Mr Nuvolari was born one hundred and twenty-six years ago, on the Mantua territory and,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":36,"featured_media":3139,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[184],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3045","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-right-foot","category-184","description-off"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nL\u2019ariv\u00e9va tal z\u00e9inch
\nse f\u00e8 de d\u00e8
\nnir, pard\u00e9nd i p\u00e9zz.
\nL\u2019ariv\u00e9va s\u2019un m\u00f3gg
\nch\u2019\u00e9 g\u00e9vva t\u00f3tt
\ne d\u00f2p ch\u2019l\u2019\u00e9ra pass l\u00e9u
\nl\u2019\u00e9ra fin\u00e9id la ch\u00e9ursa.
\n\u201cT\u2019a l\u2019\u00e8 v\u00e9st?\u201d i g\u00e9vvai
\nand\u00e9nd a l\u00e8tt
\ne qu\u00e9i i arspund\u00e9va
\na m\u00e8ni, a brazi, a r\u00f3gg
\nche al par\u00f3li l\u2019\u00e9ra gn\u00e9nt
\npar Nuvolari.<\/p>\n
\nHe arrives at five
\nearly in the day
\nstill dark, disseminating parts.
\nHe arrived with a roar
\nwhich said it all
\nand as he went past
\nthe race was done.
\n\u201cDid you see him?\u201d they inquired
\nwhen they went to sleep
\nand they answered
\nwith hands, arms and shouts
\nthat words were nothing
\nto Nuvolari.<\/p>\n