It belonged to my uncle and my father, and it was just below our family home, where I continue to live now. In that workshop we used to repair everything, from cars, to tractors, to motorbikes. I trained by repairing Balilla and Topolino cars.

I absolutely did: Alfa Romeo, Lancia... I remember the day when the first Ferrari arrived in the garage: it was a Daytona. I repaired it and the result was so good that the owner recommended us to other Ferrari owners. It was the beginning of our adventure.

He has always been very much like me. He used to come back from school, throw his satchel on the floor and come straight to the garage, never leaving my side. I used to tell him “Go out and play!” But he was stubborn. Today he is indispensable, and he represents the future of this workshop.

Meeting Mr Ferrari. One day I went to Maranello to buy some repair parts. I was driving a Toyota that I had recently restored. He passed by, stopped to look at the car and went into his office. I waited for hours, and when he came back out, I introduced myself. “I’ve heard about you,” he said. I went home with a fever.