Riding In A Hot Metal Bathtub At 120 MPH Across Italy Is Glorious

I’m watching a Lancia Ypsilon come right at me, leading a line of other cars. As we barrel toward the Lancia, we’re passing cars on my right: Gullwings, Alfas, sinuous, low red blurs. The sound is deafening, a massive muffler rumbling just to my left and wind all around. I glance at the speedo and see the needle creep, 100, 110, 120.

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