Getting up to speed with Italian job
Rain fails to dampen the excitement and the thrill of a night-time journey from Bologna to Maranello
of my foot on the accelerator, sometimes edgy cornering making the rear twitch again and again on the inundated road. Street lights, shop lights and overhead sign lights reflected from the glistening tar. Here and there a skulking figure wrapped in rainwear ducked in and out of the rain, head drawn in between shoulders. Here and there a sodden cat flashed across the road, forcing my foot to lift off and reach for the brake pedal.
Then, suddenly, things became somewhat familiar. I slowed a bit to make sure. Indeed.
Then I flashed past that famous gate, that famous restaurant. The piazza hove into view. On its far side, the little hotel.
As I stumbled wearily in through the doors with my pack on my back, a familiar, friendly face lit up behind the counter.
“Meester Du Plessee, welcome back,” she exclaimed. “Una bibita fresca?” It was one of the nicest drives I had ever done.
NO WAY: Even on a sunny day, narrow streets are a challenge, especially when public transport gets in the way.