When we got married, seven years ago today (technically), Kat and I exchanged vows. Part of her vows read “I understand that sometimes you will do stupid things, simply because it’s fun to do stupid things.” The gipper said “trust, but verify”, so I’m currently about half an hour away from touchdown in Milan on a solo and very stupid trip.
It’s been a rough fall. Loved ones young and old have faced dire health consequences. I’ve had my own health troubles. A tree fell on my car. The world is a mess. So fuck it, Italy.
The plan is to land it in Italy, go to the Alfa Romeo museum, drive to Geneva and tour CERN, then pop into France to see some old French cars, before heading home. Maybe get a coffee and a croissant along the way. Start the clock!