This is it, the day we have looked forward to for quite some time.
Up nice and early and drive through quiet Sunday morning Bresica (making quite a bit of throaty/roaring noise) to the Mille Miglia start/finish line.
An elderly chap walks past and we press him into action to take a ‘start line picture’. ‘Prego’ he says, ‘We’ll be back’ is the reply and off we roar.
2 mins later the sign ‘Route Barre’ spoils the moment, but we quickly re-group and set off to Lake Guarda which is awesome.
10 mins later a cycle race forces a radical re-think of our route. GPS suggests a rocky path that has pain and suffering written all over it. A long detour follows. Did Stirling Moss have this problem?
Off to Verona.
Verona is a 100% top quality destination. Superb, quaint Italian walking streets where the gentle hustle and bustle of daily life was shattered by a few noisy inconsiderate motor cars. Don’t know how we managed it but we drove down the main walking streets, through crowds of newly adoring fans.
Any young lady reading this blog should consider herself extremely fortunate should her Beau suggest a weekend away in Verona. Such a chap will almost certainly reap the rewards fit for the very mightiest of Kings.
Onwards through bits of Italy where the road surface is not TVR friendly.
Watch F1 start in an odd bar where bread is considered fresh if less than 1 yr old. I won't say we were hungry but it reminded me of a poem by my favourite wordsmith.
'A thousand hairy savages sitting down to lunch. Gobble, gobble, glup, glup, munch, munch, munch.' Who knows the author?
Leo gets flashed by roadside camera. ‘It was the other guy’ he claims….. In his defence (mi-lud) The speed limit is 30mph everywhere.
We are all overtaken by a top chap in a very old Lancia Fulva. The car was very well restored but he overtook over a hill on a blind bend. He has no plan B!
Arrive in San Marino. Significant other halfs: If Verona doesn’t work then San Marino will.
A few beers and tiredness kicks in. All in bed by 11:30.
Rome tomorrow!
Dom is keen to pass on NOTD, (awarded for checking water temp on air cooled car). Bob is nominated for ‘not knowing where he is ‘ (Team Porsche have no maps in the car!). However, Dan steps up to the plate by asking Leo if they can listen to the F1 race on Five Live. Dom has the chair………..
Apologies, camera cable in car deep in the bowels of our hotel. I will send a double set of pics tomorrow. We have some superb ‘Boy band’ snaps…Who needs Verona/San Marino with shots like these?
Cheers
Peter
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