Still - I have a secret weapon and now is the time to deploy it: under my arm I have been semi-concealing a gold tube with a black palm tree embossed on it containing 600 grams of Fortnum and Mason Chocolossus biscuits. Colnago deposits them next to another case containing a much bigger model of a modern F1 Ferrari. I realise that the little Ferraris were an ice-breaker that I had managed to slide off into the barriers rather than using them to steer me into pole position. By contrast Enzo Ferrari, as we soon discover, was Colnago's hero, mentor and muse. Mjrka is busy setting up his camera equipment so isn't really paying attention, and I don't speak any Italian - plus being a British cyclist I have been brought up to regard cars as the great Satan and Formula One as a criminal waste of money. The domestiques haven't waited for their leader and now there's chaos.
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