In Italy for work when a (US) coworker and I decided we should take the weekend in Florence. We had just finished touring the Ferrari museum and needed to catch a train that we were about to be very late for. Bring in the Italian coworker.
I'm convinced that he thought he was Michael Schumacher after we had just left the museum. I wouldn't consider myself a control freak, but we were double (and triple) the speed limit in some spots to make it to the train station weaving in and out of traffic.
At least we didn't miss the train
