Have you ever had a slice of Italian humble pie? Mine came after clocking 132 mph at the apex of turn 1 at the Vallelunga Circuit, 20 miles outside of Rome. Exiting out of the right-hand sweeper onto the main straight, I grab third gear — 5.2 liters worth of raging bull charging in V10 form thrusts me forward with an astonishingly rapid increase in velocity. Fourth gear, the pull is just as strong, and the revs seemingly climb just as quickly. Then fifth gear: I cross the start/finish line and climb a small hill, bending the car slightly left over the rise before the right-hand flick that is turn 1 comes to view.
Sixth gear. Speeds approach, reach, then surpass 150 mph. Courage runs out and my foot lifts from the throttle for a one-two count as I dab the steering right. Back to full throttle and aiming for the apex as turbulent air pushes on the left side of the car and then the right, still, somehow, maintaining the preferred line. Just as the car settles from the turbulence, a bump right before the apex bucks the rear loose. After that, the front end feels light. Undeterred, I keep my foot planted on the gas and exit the corner in one piece, accelerating toward turn 2. “Woo!” I exclaim while laughing out loud, quite happy with myself.