It was at this point in our trip that I noticed that the closer we got to Rome, the crazier and more aggressive the drivers were becoming. I tried not to take it personally, but by the time we arrived in Rome 283 kms later I felt like my head was going to explode and I wanted to punch the next scooter that cut me off. This is one of the few places I did not enjoy driving in. The scooter traffic was crazy and they would surround you from all sides in their atempt to get by you. No one used their turn signals and everyone wanted to get in front of you anyway they could. It was an every driver for themselves mentality and I wasn't having any of it. I'm proud to say I held my own, but Rome was one of the few city's I was happy to leave.