Bologna, 24 June 2024 – The motorbike, climbing, Bologna. Passions of a life always lived to the fullest, which passed away on Saturday evening, yeson the hot asphalt of the ring road. This is how Enzo Maranci, 54 years old, died victim of a tragic accident while returning, together with a friend, from a motorbike trip. It was around 7.10pm, Maranci, an expert motorcyclist, was riding his BMW when for reasons that the traffic police are ascertaining, he lost control of the vehicle, splashing until it hit the guard rail. The accident occurred near exit 12, in the direction of Casalecchio, the municipality where Maranci lived.
The Polstrada, in particular, it is checking whether the 54-year-old did it all by himself or if he skidded after being hit by a car. A circumstance that will have to be ascertained to ascertain any responsibility for the fatal accident in which she was involved the girl was also seriously injured who was riding with him, aged 40. If for Maranci there was nothing left to do when the 118 health workers and the firefighters arrived, the woman was instead very serious, but still alive: she was urgently transported to the Maggiore hospital, where she is now hospitalized with reserved prognosis in the intensive care unit.
Maranci, small entrepreneur in the green sector, he was known in Casalecchio, where he often frequented the Melody bar. His lifelong friends, with whom he had shared travels and experiences, are now shocked. And they remember him as an always active, sporty and sociable person. On his Facebook profilewhen the news of his death began to spread, many wanted to remember him with a thought and a phrase: “Always do as you like, at least keep smiling from up there”, we read in a post. “I recommend Enzo continue pruning as you know how to do wherever you are now”, recommends another friend. And then: “Hello Enzo, friend and brother all my life…”.
Messages of shock and emotion: “With the magic, my friend, I am lost. You will never die for me, as long as I keep you alive in my most significant memories.” “I can’t believe it – writes another –, it seems impossible to me…”. Impossible to think that it was his beloved motorbike that took him away: ” Fly to the sky dear friend. We will miss you”.
