27/06/2008 03:11. There were many car-lined streets so narrow we would call them
alleys in the U.S.; so narrow, that the Quattroporte's proximity
sensor's warning blare was in full song. I slipped through each
unscathed. There was one hairy moment when, halfway down a clogged
street, an Audi A8 pulled in from the opposite direction and raced
forward, never hesitating, stopping inches from my bumper. The
driver acted like I wasn't there, or like I would now, of... //
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