Fu Manchu
The Falcon Has Landed

In the '90s, I used to drive around in a white 1972 Ford Taunus XL Coupé (I emphasize coupé) with Rome K2 license plates, all chromed, burgundy red interior, slightly elliptical steering wheel, rear-wheel drive, a spaceship... It had one of those radios with knobs and big buttons, and when you inserted and ejected the cassettes, it made that lovely mechanical sound, far from the soporific sliding of CDs.

I chauffeured my biological shell, keeping it in check.

The cockpit, like a psychic Faraday cage, protected me from what I desired, providing me with crystalline energies for an impersonal immersion. The "Malibu Point" inscription on my t-shirt, and especially the surfboard design that divided the two words, instilled in me the need for escape: I was comforted by the vision of Silver Surfer. The grandeur of the situation was certified by the heraldic emblem on the front, at the center of the radiator, supported by two heraldic shields on the sides, under the side lights, reinforcing the crest.

And the chrome hubcaps refracted cosmic rays, sanctifying the invisible.

The ego was thus kept in check and relegated to its original role of Carriage, the Horses were inside the engine, the Coachman guided everything free from identifications, and I, the Master, could astrally contemplate from above the projected representation of material reality. The capitalization communicated the indispensable: Col Cazzo Che Perdiamo!

I roamed shielded by a force field that only the Invisible Woman from the Fantastic Four could understand.

The big car, being a 1300cc, didn't really walk much, but in response, it translated, sometimes swaying. Given the considerable mass, the car, thrown onto the highway, gave you the sensation that by inertia, it could launch you towards infinity. In this transition, the clutch, both mechanical and plasmatic, responded smoothly.

This "In search of..." teleportation was truly completed when I inserted the tape and, criminally, the Fu Manchu track "The Falcon has landed" started... while Spider-Man and I cathartically took off, transforming into transcendent coolness...

Forget about "attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion" ;-)