Then you drive around the western point to Positano and on to Salerno, all smiles and sunshine, crystal blue waters clean Mediterranean air and delicious lemons scenting the air. But it’s nothing like that. The single road around the Amalfi Coast is narrow enough to make any bus driver cringe, if you assumed it was a one-way road. But it isn’t. It’s a two-way road.
Then there was the Alfa itself. Strong engine, big power, rear drive and a barrel of monkeys in the fun stakes. While it’s going. Ours broke once, then had a mystery steering ailment that shocked and spasmed the wheels back and forth every time we dialled in more than half a turn of steering lock.
So, the dream drive turned out to be a complete slab of misery and you can erase it, and the Amalfi Coast, from your bucket lists right now.
Instead, you could do some of the other stuff we did, like drive a McLaren 720S at Italy’s Vallelunga racetrack and through Rome. It’s every bit as good a sports car as people wanted it to be.
Or you could attack one of Europe’s modern private racetracks, like Ascari in Spain or Bilster Berg in northern Germany. Neither of them is easy to get to, neither of them is easy to get onto, but for all the replica-corner charms that make you think of classic Grand Prix tracks at Ascari, Bilster Berg is dangerous, looping and a brilliant, charming challenge, especially following DTM legend Bernd Schneider in a hot Mercedes-AMG GT R.
But that still wasn’t quite the best drive. The best was belting that car’s slightly softer sister, the GT C convertible, across Arizona in a rush to catch a flight 200 miles away. But that one will remain between me and the highway patrol officer.