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It wasn't as if their life was boring. Just that it had very quickly become domestic, and routine. Quite lovely; a sense of duty and peace summing up the excitement of earlier years. Fulfilling the long, desolate period in African heat and dealership grime.
A trip to Italy. "No worries"; it isn't Venice, or heaven forbid, Paris. A section on 60s gran turismo models—"work, you know; nothing to worry about" quickly added, placating the jealousy known well. Well, it wasn't like Oliver didn't know Richard in return.
Richard couldn't stand completion; whether it be of a race, or his life. There was always something new—else—to do. Else.
And the clips were edited; cut for length and taste. Cut.
Such prophetic words: else and cut. The somebody else resulting in an emotional cut and bitter tears of defeat—an acceptance of a Richard's declaration of Oliver's inadequacy after being introduced to a 1968 Ferrari Daytona, whose age lead to worldwide prestige and Richard's little smile of delight as he stroked the bonnet.