In May in Bella Italia, the Silver Arrow drivers of today start champing at the bit. First comes the parade in Brescia (“Bravi!”). The winding streets. Spectators lined up along the route. The sound of tyres rolling over tarmac. If you are there, the boundaries of your world shrink to what is directly in front of you. Everything else – deadlines, responsibilities – fades away. The Mille Miglia is no place for everyday concerns. Steering right, steering left, braking, changing gear, accelerating, waving, cheering. And then doing it all over again – the more, the better. You are Nuvolari, Caracciola, Moss, all rolled into one. Then add a sprinkling of la dolce vita, animated conversation with your fellow racers both en route and in the evening, excellent food and drink … Marcello Mastroianni himself would be jealous.