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I've always driven a lot in France, just finished a 4,500km trip there. Occasionally been to Italy via Monaco and it always chills my blood to drive there.
Locals tailgating at 120mph with the lovely areas for trucks to pull in/out at the side of a dual carriageway with tunnels and blind bends sends me into a bit of a meltdown, or maybe it's the brilliant roadside coffee. I'm always happy to get back to Switzerland or France.
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Ha, after the irritating righteousness of the French and the frustrating correctness of the Germans, never mind following a queue of traffic behind a speed-limited truck on an Austrian Alpine pass, it was such a relief to be in Italy!
If you think that it's just like England in the 80s then it makes sense.
I'd never go so far south as Naples in the Aston Martin but in the north they like to see you really drive. We had tailgaters at 150kmh in Puntos and all they wanted was to overtake, have a look, then sit back again and see us give it the beans.Not just Puntos either...
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I loved it. Everyone there loves a nice car. And mostly they all regard speed limit signs as pretty but irrelevant decorations for the lampposts.
Tearing down the autostrada at 160kph or pooling around the winding lake roads at friendly speeds, it's all been so enjoyable because the car is just so good at all kinds of driving.
The stelvio pass and going 160mph on the autobahn was jolly nice too. It would have been nice to find a stretch of unrestricted road that allowed me to improve upon that but it's still the fastest I have ever driven.