BY: Mark Di Ionno
Frank Di Ionno is racing through the mountain roads outside of San Bartolomeo, Italy, like a young Mario Andretti. He is 67 but has the energy and sense of immortality of a man one third his age.
I look over at the speedometer. It bounces between 110 and 120. I realize its kilometers but it sure feels like miles per hour to me. I am in the passenger seat, belted in. I notice Frank is not. I understand that. I admit I don't normally belt up when I'm driving, either. We both ride motorcycles. That speaks for itself.
SOURCE: http://www.nj.com
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