I remember on one European trip, while not far from home in driving rain, seeing bikers on their way to Liverpool to catch the ferry to the IOM for the TT, sheltering from the torrent on the hard shoulder under a motorway bridge... Not a good omen near the start of a 4k mile adventure. However for the majority of our trips the hood was off from the minute we hit France if not before...(-:
During our Italian trip things really felt HOT, though the old Mog never once spat out any coolant.. I suspect Ferrari`s may well be more used to Italy than Morgan...(-: With thinning hair at the time a hat was a must, I remember just before we entered Italy my good lady heading off to the shops in Menton to buy a wider brimmed hat.
We also stayed at a reasonably well appointed Agritourismo a mile or two outside Cortona, which was a Tuscan hill top town we enjoyed wandering through, one evening crossing into close by Umbria to a lakeside restaurant, and on the drive home it rained, for the first and only time when on the continent, we left the hood off it was a balmy evening and the aromas generated by the rain as the soil and plants were gratefully absorbing every drop, was quite wonderful..... Yeah creating memories that can last for years, decades even.... Wonderful
