I am riding in a car. It is in Austria. I am riding shotgun. My daughter is seating behind me. Her boy friend is driving. This is the first time I am riding in a car in Europe. Oh, look. What do I see but a big yellow rectangular with a prancing black horse? I have found a Ferrari dealership by accident in Salzburg, Austria. Joy, oh, joy! Opps. It is a gas station. Somewhere to feed the beast. It is an oil company from Italy. It uses the symbol from the airplanes of the Great War. Oh well. Nuts, I thought I had found the place where I could rent a beast, a 550 Maranello.