Three days masquerading as an official Alfa Romeo works driver. It was the Mille Miglia (what else?), and I was in the vastly privileged position of viewing it through the slot-like windscreen of a 6C SuperLeggera. Alfa’s relationship with that event runs deep, and watching Italy spool past that long, narrowing bonnet was enormously evocative. It helped that in the passenger seat was my actual life co-pilot, my Dad. We’ll gloss over the major argument we had on the way into Rome, and the subsequent two hours of silence, but the next day, egos parked and the map thrown out of the window, we had the drive of our lives… Alfas can do that, and I will remember that day, those roads, that car and that man for as long as I live.
This feature was originally published in Issue 284 of Top Gear magazine.