A week blasting around Italy has demonstrated the very best and very worst of Europe in an admittedly very tasteful package.
The global financial crisis has hit Italy like a fiscal sledge to the face, and while some judicial road maintenance could certainly help create a less jarring autostrade experience in places, and the ridiculous number of speed cameras on said highways would seem more like an actual safety move than a beggar with his bowl out, in general the locals really know what they're doing.
The skill set of the average Italian at the wheel is significantly more advanced than New Zealanders - drivers seem extremely aware of what is going on around them and tend not to get underfoot - but there are areas where we've got them beat.
There is an overwhelming reticence to use indicators, a tendency to wave their arms about and shout, and an inability to stay in a lane.
Driving out of Bologna on the way to the Ghibli launch that Driven would have taken part in by time you read this, an extremely wide piece of road which could have easily taken three lanes each way had a centre line that occasionally appeared and was without doubt one of the most interesting displays of Euro road use I've seen.