I’ve always liked driving in Italy. In the past you could count on a driving population that drove for the common good. Common good being defined as the idea that everyone wanted to actually get somewhere in a reasonable time, as opposed to the driving philosophy in the US which goes something like, “yeah, I’m driving like a sloth on depressants, but I’m ahead of you and I’m gonna do everything in my power to keep it that way.”
As a bonus, when speeds on the Autostrada where unlimited, Italy had fewer deaths per mile than the US most years.
So we’ve been driving around Tuscany and Umbria and have discovered that many of the speed limits on limited access state roads between small villages have been reduced to a mere 50 km per hour. That’s slow. I mean, it’s now possible to be passed by a reasonably piloted bicycle if you actually keep to the posted speed, which is around 35 miles per hour by my calculation.
Not only that, but electronic speed traps have been set on these roads.
Italian verve at the wheel is dead. Morte. It’s time to talk on the cell phone while eating a panini and trying to fit a warped CD into the player—because you ain’t gettin’ there anytime soon if you want to avoid an entry in the local constabulary’s ticket book.
Will ALFAs soon support 27 hp engines? You don’t need much more than that in Italy these days.