Page 106 - Cool Britannia

106Newly energised from a good night’s sleep and a big breakfast, I wheeled my red truck into central Brescia to check out the order of the day. Squeezing her between two cars in a parking spot right at the end of the cordoned off street that hosts the famous start/fnish ramp. I stroll up and down doing a location recce and decide the square, just after the junction, is the perfect place to sit and have lunch...I hear can the sound of modern Ferrari engines bouncing off the buildings of Brescia so I know the tribute race is coming in. I wait and listen as the frst few cars pass the end of the square, but despite the locals lining the square with chairs the Ferraris seem to have another plan as the turn left and head for their hotel. This is now feeling a little “Italian” in its organisation and a far cry from last night in Parma. I pay my bill and walk down to the fnish line.Emerging from the cordoned road into live Sunday traffc are a procession of Mille Miglia cars, they randomly stop and talk, some just drive through and disappear. The big fnish is a little bit of a let-down, there is no assembly in a square for the waiting fans, just a scene of pre ‘57 cars with road weary drivers fltering into the Brescia traffc. I decide it’s time to hit the road, I squeeze the Ram from its parking space and head for the Autostrada. Destination Munich.