It hadn’t taken them long to meander back down the mountains from St Moritz to Geneva. A great sadness had overcome Bills as the snow had given way to pine and rock when he realised that he might be just about to say goodbye to a true friend. He looked lovingly across at his bride to be. Romantic ace that he was, his plan at the White Turf had worked perfectly. She had said a resounding, “Yes!” He thought about the intricate preparation leading up to the event, the scenic route, luxuriant hotels, impeccable restaurants and, of course, the icy horse racing but it was, ironically, the ring purchase that made Bills sad. It wasn’t the purveyor’s gemstone knowledge and passion for the occasion at the initial consultation, but his own choice of GUY&MAX Collection. You see, Birdcage is based on the triangulated engineering structure of his favourite racing car, the Maserati Tipo 61. He was driving into Geneva almost certain that he would be saying goodbye to his own sultry Quattroporte.
Having dropped his beloved at the hotel, Bills ventured on towards the Motor Show. Geneva is the jewel of the globe’s car shows. And it did not disappoint him this time. Oh, Oh, Oh, the latest Ferrari, Lamborghini and Mercedes were just jaw dropping and even the concepts, especially from the more commercial constructors, were pioneering and inventive, a perfect combination of precision detailing and sculptural art. Therefore the dilemma. To say a fond farewell to his darling Maser or hold onto her, like a saucy mistress, while he deliberated in the forthcoming weeks. The motor racing seasons were starting soon. He would be able to consult the very best.
Although naturally drawn to the thrill of motorcycle racing over cars, Bills had successfully negotiated a weekend at the Australian Grand Prix over the Qatar MotoGP on 26 March thanks to two important swings, his fiancee’s cloud nine engagement haze had ensured a dreamily positive response to his travel question, coupled with his extensive ore business investments in Oz that warranted a little networking. He could not wait to hear the scream of the cars, complete with all the new regulations that he hoped like so many would bring some parity to the races thus insuring the most daring drivers won rather than just the best cars. He would be able to hobnob with the car world’s glitterati, soak up their knowledge and then make his decision regarding the upgrade of his own supercar. Could he wait until next year? With the wedding looming before then, he had a feeling that his expenditure was going to be curbed in the automobile department quite soon. Must work harder. Must work faster.