Call it testosterone. Call it foolish bravado. Whatever it was that inspired me to turn a morning drive on a slick Italian highway into a competition with another driver, it almost got me killed. In ...
In the fall 1983, I was stationed at San Vito dei Normanni Air Station, Italy. During in-processing classes, the base driving instructors warned us about driving the roads outside the gate.
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