Leaving the town and heading south, we take off down the provincial road towards Pitigliano, passing by the thermal spas of Sorano and then cresting the mountains, drinking in the panorama. Pitigliano, ever vain, also loves to be photographed from all different angles: its best side is from the turn in the road before the church of the Madonna delle Grazie, with the tower of the Orsini castle and the arches of the Medici aqueduct lit up from sunrise to sunset. Where rock ends and house begins is not quite clear, as if both came from the same seed. Monuments, from the Medieval era to the eighteenth century, and museums, from the Etruscan to the Jewish Museum, with its adjoining synagogue and community, enrich the cultural capital of the route.
One of the townsfolk with two wheels and a biker’s heart is Tarziello Niccolai, the ex-mechanic of the town and owner of the Moto Guzzi store. He is seen as the man who convinced the local farmers to swap their mules for motorcycles; he also periodically works as a driving instructor and has amassed a catalogue of yarns. Not too long ago, the Bike Show in Milan did not have the media influence that it does today, and so new arrivals on the Guzzi market used to come to town thanks to Tarziello.