Spring is in the air and historic sports cars are being fettled for the Mille Miglia, except they’re not. They are being fettled for the Mille Miglia Retrospective. Over the years, Retrospective seems to have been dropped by more and more journals and, grumpy old pedant that I am, I take severe objection to this. The Retrospective bears no more relationship to the real Mille Miglia, than I do to Michaelangelo’s David.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to do the event. I’d love to travel from five-star hotel to five-star hotel posing in a Testa Rossa with the crowd saying, “Who’s the fat guy? That’s some cool dude.” But I’d know that the name “Mille Miglia” was just that, merely a name.
