Iwas cycling one evening when I came upon Dario’s place, a small shop cum garage . My eye caught something as I sped past and i stopped not quite knowing what I saw. The walls were enshrined with objects and picture from his life arranged perfectly. Fine tuned and precise, nothing was left to chance. I noticed that there were many clocks. I asked im if time was a metaphor there. He nodded brusquely. I asked if I could take some photographs and he told me to come back on Sunday at 3pm exactly. During shooting I had another thought that time was crucial to Dario and to the racing cars he tuned. Time was being a winner or a loser.