Italy is a magical place, full of Italians and Piaggio Apes. And if you have no idea what a Piaggio Ape is, that is terrible. Because it's a delightful little three-wheeled pickup, and when fully loaded every sad little attempt to get up a hill is the silliest goddamn thing I've seen all morning. Until it flips.
Which is even better.
My none years of high school Italian are failing me right now, so I have no idea what these guys are saying through their massive and understandable giggling fit. But I imagine it's something along the lines of "look at us are we not Italian? Haha yes this is a very Italian thing to do hah." Because that just makes sense.
Many enthusiasts would consider a Ferrari, or a Lamborghini, or even a Pagani to be Italy's finest contribution to the automotive world. These people are wrong. Italy's finest contribution is the Ape, because anything involving it is wonderful.