05/05/2026
Written by the amazing Sarah Dennis, thank you ❤️
And so, as the sun dipped low behind the hills and the last echoes of laughter faded into the evening air, the little convoy of shining Lancias made their way home.
One by one, they rolled gently into their cosy garages — engines ticking softly, paintwork still warm from adventure, each one carrying a pocketful of memories from the road.
There was the brave one who climbed every hill without a fuss, the cheeky one who loved the bends a little too much, and the elegant one who glided along as if the wind itself was its friend.
Outside, the world grew quiet.
Inside, the Lancias settled.
Their engines cooled, their lights dimmed, and if you listened very carefully… you might have heard a soft, contented sigh.
For they knew, they had been part of something special.
And as the moon watched over them, each and every Lancia was tucked up safely in its garage…
…and slept sweetly, dreaming of winding roads, mountain views, and the next great adventure to come.
