TG rides along with the Carabinieri
A 172mph Lotus. Blues and twos. Armed policemen. And a fridge. Organ delivery just got faster
Posted: 02 Dec 2011
Rocco pulls alongside him and winds down the window. There follows a short lecture that, (a) I don't understand a word of, (b) is delivered in a friendly voice with a cheery smile, and, (c) leaves me in no doubt that you don't want to get on the wrong side of the carabinieri. The scooterist slinks off into the Rome afternoon like a reprimanded puppy. A practice run this may be, but the carabinieri is still keeping Rome in line.
Diving out of the city centre, we drop into the carabinieri's HQ in northern Rome. It's like the lair of a benevolent Bond villain.