Up early again for our umpteenth hangover morning to head to Turin. The drive up the hill out of Stresa was mental. Switchback after tire squeal after switchback.We had been well warned about the crazy driving in Turin and it didn't disappoint. Italian drivers are nuts - especially those on mopeds and motorbikes. We gathered in the middle of Turin in a square to meet the local police for an escorted tour around Turin. This was hilarious - the police closed off all the streets and allowed us through all the red lights. 50 odd minis with horns constantly blaring. Most of the locals took it fairly well, although some were not happy as we blocked people off in an effort to keep all the minis in the one line.
The escorted ended at the old Fiat factory where we were allowed up on the stunning Lingotto rooftop test track. We didn't have too long up there and half the track was closed but EVERYONE left with a massive smile on their faces. If we can work out how to post videos you might get a insight into this!Gotta dash for dinner - not black tie - thankfully.....
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