Perspective A) I was unable to photograph the start. I only saw the race once. I got sunburned (again).
Perspective B) The government of Italy closed down the Amalfi Coast and two rather spectacular Coastal Mountain Passes so that I could drive a 6-speed rental car the entire 222k as fast and as recklessly as I wanted. To ensure I enjoyed myself they chose a spectacular spring day and lined the course with thousands of shouting fans, all of them in matching pink tee-shirts. To ensure I was safe they cleared my route of cars, trucks, animals, debris, etc. They also blocked and/or barricaded every inch of my route. Additionally they lined the course with several hundred Police Officers, Military Personnel, Civilian Militia, etc., to manually remove any unforeseeable impediments and to wave me along with one arm as the other was invariably working to physically hold back my air horn blowing fans. In a number of sections they escorted me for a kilometer or so before waving me past at well beyond the posted speed limit. They instructed me to honk/beep my way past/thru anything they couldn’t get to first. They were unconcerned about seat belt laws, speed limits or any other restrictions or limitations.
Towards the end, when Tokyo Drifting through Your Eyes Only was starting to bore, the government of Italy arranged for Ryder Hesjedal and 206 others to ride past me in the middle of an ancient mountain-top village last visited by the outside world in the 13th Century when Hannibal and his elephants stopped to re-up on Mozzarella.