As we pull into the center of Rimini, Italy, our 1955 Porsche 356 Speedster whips into the oncoming lane around about 20 cars stopped at a red light, and smoothly settles into the intersection in front of them.

A 1954 Mercedes 300 SL (that I'd later find out had been plucked from Cuba in a story worthy of its own novel) follows suit and I see the man in the driver's seat next to me nod to the neighboring car and say, "Go?" The driver of the Gullwing nods back.