|We still stood a
fairly good chance, but on the long straight roads around Venice
Siena (Co-driver) seemed rather worried. The oil-pressure was
flickering, and at the Alfa depot in Padua we stopped and checked
the gauge. Nothing wrong with the instrument, so the trouble lay in
the engine. There was nothing for it but to retire.
We accepted a lift with
a couple of enthusiasts. We should have known better. The driver,
carried away by the honour thrust upon him, set out to impress the
two "racers". It was terrible. No good asking him to slow down; he
was quite drunk with speed. We could only sit tight, hope, and put
on our crash hats again. A good idea. Shortly after Desenzano he
wrapped the car round a post carrying overhead wires for the
tramway, and our drive came to an end in an impressive display of
fireworks. We hitched another, and fortunately quieter, lift to
Brescia that evening.