So I'm going on vacation in Italy for 2 weeks with my family. Most people say "I can't wait to eat the food!" or "The museums are so amazing!". Not me.
I can't wait to get whatever rental car they give me. Last time I got a full size Ford Mondeo wagon that was diesel, with a 6 speed stick. It ruled. OK, admittedly there are much better cars in Italy than that, but I need a car that can hold my family, so I'll take what I can get.
And the roads. The ROADS! Narrow, plenty of curves. We'll be in Campania, so we're talking AGGRESSIVE drivers. But these drivers have a code- a code of honor which involves going fast as hell, and getting out of the fast lane if you're not passing, which is glorious. You can pass anyone at any time. Someone going too slow? Go around wherever. What about the police? The only time I ever see a cop is on the Autostrada- the highway. I'm usually going around 80-100mph. I'll see lights flash far behind me. Move over, and an Alfa Romeo, painted black with red stripes and one tiny blue light on the top fires past in excess of 120mph. The Carabineri. They have no time to bother with slowpokes like me.
Being a car geek in Italy is glorious. I can't wait. My wife has given up telling me to slow down over there, since I'm barely keeping up with the flow driving like a bat outta hell.
It is my creed that I will not die in an automotive fireball over there.
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