By Walter Sanders
We almost made it to the Enzo Ferrari House and Museum in Modena, Italy. The founder of the legendary automobile brand was from this prosperous town in Emilia-Romagna.
The museum was open. We were well within visiting hours. We had the money to enter.
But I got distracted.
A young woman standing on the sidewalk outside the museum entrance was handing out flyers. She was promoting Ferrari test drives.
And what a perfect spot for that offer! Passers-by arriving there have already self-selected their interest in Ferrari and the museum.
We talked for a bit. She explained that there were a couple of cars — a pair of Ferraris — just down the street available for driving. I could take a short spin for 150 Euro.
“That’s a lot of money. But at least we could have a fun photo opp with a car.” I said to Sharon.
Then Sharon said, “Hmmm, let’s take a look.” I interpreted that as maybe, just maybe, tacit approval.
This was our last full day of a ten-week adventure in Italy. I had logged just shy of 4,900 kilometers from Milan through Sardinia, Sicily, Molise and back again on a more-than-adequate Peugeot 308 station wagon.
It was sporty enough with six forward gears and had shapely lines for a middle-of-the-road passenger automobile. But a thrill to drive? No.
So perhaps Sharon encouraging this Ferrari flirtation with me was some sort of payback for handling the unique opportunities and challenges that define driving in Italy. I’ll never know. I didn’t ask and Sharon isn’t talking.
But as we headed down the street, I was getting excited. [Read more…]