After closing down my boss’s birthday party at 4am with a hardened few, and driving home down tiny, winding roads off of these alps in southern Italy through fog and snow flurries, I understand:
why Alpha Romeos are so small
that Italians are genetically programmed to drive lightning fast
when one should not try to pass a tour bus
how much time is really enough between the night before and the morning after
…that I can now drive through anything.