Three years or more ago, after a dinner more remarkable for its drinks than food - being it Italy, this speak volumes - we decided it was wise to head to the workshop for some grappa. Somewhere during the next few hours, I was measured and formally put my name in the que. I had decided many years prior that I wanted a frame. There was no question of which. That night, it just became a matter of when.
I left the color up to the builder. I mentioned a religious theme, and when he thought on it and suggested it might come back with "Porco Dio" along the top-tube, I knew I left the choice in the right hand.
Today I received this. I've had (have) plenty of bikes, but very few cement themselves as lifetime bikes - and no other, so quickly.
Grazie Mille, Dario!
(Shitty pictures, of course, do not do it justice - but its all I had time to snap).