In our trusty and reliable Fiat.

Travel to an isolated town called Siri is always thrilling. Because of the scenery. And the narrow, winding road that cuts through heavily wooded canyons. Maybe a 10-kilometer trip from our home on the Mediterranean island of Sardinia. My Italian true love and I went late yesterday afternoon. In our 1986 Fiat. Parked about halfway up. And decided to walk the rest of the way. We miscalculated. It was getting dark. So we retreated back to our car. With the intention of starting much earlier next time. It can be a scary drive. So maybe walking is the better option. The road is very narrow. Fortunately, paved. Meeting another vehicle poses a challenge. Squeezing by each other. Flirting with danger. Near a steep drop-off. Brushing close to guard rails. Thank gawd for the small Fiat. My Mercury Cougar back home wouldn’t make it. Far too big. Or so I think. But maybe it would. Because a bus made it. Maybe by pulling off onto occasional small paved waysides. Little wonder. More pedestrians. Than daredevil drivers. But I’m committed. To make it all the way to the top. And back down again. In our trusty and reliable Fiat. –Jim Broede