My relationship with Trenitalia is one of mutual suspicion and distrust. They suspect me of not having the correct ticket and I don’t trust them to get me anywhere on time. Anyone like myself who travels a short distance in or out of Florence everyday for work will have a fair few stories to share about being crammed into trains that invariably arrive late or that simply don’t arrive at all. You might try cycling, although riding a bike in Florence is not the same as riding a bike outside Florence. Your legs won’t thank you for it and the lorries that clog the road between Sesto Fiorentino and Calenzano will use you as target practice. The solution for us pendolari? Get a scooter. Since I’ve been travelling the fourteen kilometres to Prato and back everyday on my (borrowed) Vespa, a weight (and a ‘wait’) has been lifted from my shoulders. I realise how tense running for the train everyday was making me, not to mention how much time I was wasting on crowded platforms full of Italians complaining loudly to anyone who would listen and gesturing with operatic exasperation at each announcement of further delays.