Still I was little, I elementary school, and I was happy when I could do some minor work, How to wash a cog in nafta, clean a pinion: It was enough just to feel a mechanical officer. I been getting often from my dad because, instead of studying, I was there in the workshop among pilots and motors. But the passion for engines I was also instilled by him, that was a mechanic. One day I found in the attic a chest with a motor, was that his lambretta. I insisted on one year, at least, We wanted to hear, It was tough (from Dad Beppe has caught only the passion for engines… n.d.r.), but then finally caved gave me permission to reassemble. We disassembled the engine piece by piece, We overhauled and refurbished. The frame had been dropped into a pit of an outdoor workshop, abandoned, It was all Rusty, buried under a layer of Earth. It took me three months to clean it up and put it back together.
ថ្ងៃមួយខ្ញុំបានរកឃើញប្រអប់នៅក្នុង attic មួយជាមួយនឹងម៉ាស៊ីន, គឺថាម៉ូតូរបស់គាត់. ខ្ញុំបានទទូចសម្រាប់មួយឆ្នាំ, យ៉ាងហោចណាស់, គាត់មិនចង់ឮ, វាជាការលំបាកណាស់ (ដោយលោក Beppe ឪពុកមិនបានយកតែចំណង់ចំណូលចិត្តសម្រាប់ម៉ាស៊ីននេះ... n.d.r.), ប៉ុន្តែនៅទីបញ្ចប់គាត់បានចុះចាញ់បានផ្ដល់ឱ្យខ្ញុំអនុញ្ញាតដើម្បីភ្ជាប់.