Published on 19.09.2022
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I can’t tell when the noise started. Perhaps at the third lying gendarme at Autavaux, or on the Payerne bypass, or even at the entrance to the village of Avry, who knows? Not disgusting noise, it must be recognized. Besides, my first instinct was to activate my right turn signal, just to let the AMG pass which was certainly to stick me to the train. Nothing. Not a shadow of a Mercedes or any other big car in sight. So I wonder: would the fairies lie on my hood? By dint of joking regarding my Lamborghini supposedly disguised as a Fiat Panda, has my old nail turned into a racing car? Obviously not. And I’m well placed to know that if a roaring engine behind the wheel of a Bugatti, it throws; riding a poor Fiat, it stinks. So I ended up stopping. Result: my little engine did not miraculously triple in volume overnight. It’s just the muffler that goes out
