although missing garbage pickup is a bear...particularly here in FL.

I was in staying in a converted villa outside of Florence one year during the Monza Grand Prix... They were rallying through the mountains the day before...it was so exciting to hear the cars roar through! The villa was owned by an elderly Count and his daughter ran it as a small hotel. The Count pretended to speak no English...fine with me...but I came across him watching the race on t.v. on the sun porch (best way to describe it) I sat down to watch, the next thing I know he is chattering away to me in perfect English!

I can watch a 500 mile race and never leave the stands... there is just something about speed and the roar of the engines, I love.