The long roadside grasses have gone to seed. As I drive, an approaching speedy motorist flashes into view from around the corner, in the middle of the narrow road. We both take evasive action.

My antagonist appears to be familiar with the routine. He dodges me, toots, remonstrates via hand gestures and speeds on as if nothing had happened. I take a moment to recover myself. I am in southern Italy, in the Basilicata region.