CDW? What’s that? Driving in Italy – Episode 1

You might think driving in Italy while on vacation is a great idea.  Touring the wineries of Tuscany, admiring the neat rows of vines spread across the hillsides.  Stopping in romantic little villages for two hour lunches with plenty of vino to help you to your siesta spot.  Coming around that turn of the road to see yellow flowers stretching to the horizon.  You could take the bus I suppose.  Buses run between some of the towns in Tuscany.  Of course, you would be dependent on the bus schedule and also be prepared to use your own two feet on occasion to get where you want to go.  But it could be done.  For travelers sprinting across Italy in a couple of weeks, taking the bus doesn’t sound very romantic, and probably would take more time than most people have to spend.

So a car it is.  Yes, I can see myself now, cruising down the country lanes outside of Sienna in a red Alfa Romeo Spyder sports convertible while I think about what to have for dinner.  That’s what they drive in those old Italian movies, even the ones in black and white, I just know it.  But first one must pick up the car and get to where one’s dream reside.  That probably means driving in an Italian city, because they don’t typically have rental car offices in small, out of the way Tuscan towns.  Driving in the city, that doesn’t sound nearly as much fun…

I saved a taxi ride by fortuitously planning to stay in an apartment near the Via Veneto in Rome, which happened to be only one block away from an office of a major international car rental company.  After a few days touring the sights, sounds, and tastes of Rome, it was time to move on to that idyllic vision of touring Tuscany by car.  The Roman-looking man behind the counter seemed polite enough, despite the verbal assault he was currently taking from a typically loud, obnoxious American tourist.  The tourist wanted a car with automatic transmission, somewhat uncommon in Italy and the rest of Europe.  “I’m sorry, sir, we have no automatics available,” said Antonio (according to his name tag).  In a huff the tourist stomped out of the office, taking his wife, two gangly teenagers, and fourteen pieces of luggage.

Next in line, I gingerly approached the counter.  “Buon giorno Antonio! I am here to pick up my car.  Unlike my compatriot, I am perfectly happy driving a manual transmission.”  I cheerfully exclaimed. Antonio started filling in the appropriate forms. And that’s when I knew it was coming.  The dreaded CDW speech.  The task of renting a car is always complicated by the fact that one can buy extra insurance, called collision damage waiver (CDW), which covers damage to the car above and beyond what any reasonable insurance company customer would think is covered by their car insurance policy.  I usually decline CDW, because I am always reading in credit card company junk mail about how I am covered if I use the credit card in question to pay for the rental.  Plus, I have car insurance, it’s required by law, don’t you know.  I rented a car in France once upon a time from an agent who didn’t speak English very well.  The next thing I knew I was paying several hundred dollars extra for renting the car because of unintended CDW.  Don’t want that.  I could spend that instead on Peronis and gelato.  The CDW scam, uh, I mean legitimate business tactic for improving net income, is used widely in Europe on jet lagged and unsuspecting American tourists.  However, I will not be caught up in it again.  And besides, I haven’t been in an accident since 1990, and that was when I ran into a deer that jumped in front of my car driving through the north woods of Wisconsin at night, so that doesn’t even count.

Antonio spoke very good English.  He gave me the CDW spiel, I understood every word he said, and I confidently initialed in the proper place declining the unnecessary and extra coverage.  Ha!  I have defeated the dreaded major international rental car company at their game.  Take that.

“I’m sorry, sir, we don’t have any red Alfa Romeo Spyder convertibles available.  And I see that your reservation is for a four door compact car, with a manual transmission.” Antonio informed me once the paperwork was done.  “I believe that the color of your car is grey, sir.”

“Whatever” I say, just give me the keys so I can get to cruising hill towns and sipping Chiantis.  The luggage would not have fit in the Spyder anyway.

Getting out of a major European city in a car can be a tricky and complex operation.  I study maps for weeks before the trip, as if I am attempting a winter climb of Mount Everest.  I print our several different scale maps of the area.  I zoom in on Google Earth to the exact location and memorize the street configuration.  I use Google Street View to know what I am up against.  I even map out my own directions, since most of the computer generated driving directions are wrong most of the time.  The goal is to get out of the maze of city streets onto a major road that connects to a highway that intersects with a freeway that leads out of the city.  Maps in hand, configuration memorized, views in mind, we prepare to set out.  After all the planning and preparation, I don’t even drive, I make my wife Lisa do it.  The reason for this is that I can only do one thing at a time.  I can’t drive and read the several layers of maps, street views, and street signs needed to escape the city’s orbit without crashing into oncoming traffic.  If I drive, that means Lisa navigates.  If she navigates, we usually end up going around in circles for hours until we run out of gas, while she asks me where on the map we are.  We make a good team when I am the navigator and she is the driver.

We take a left, a right, a left, and finally a right, adeptly navigating the Roman one-way streets.  Yes, we can do this!  Confidence builds as we hit the major road, then the highway, and finally the A1 freeway.  We have successfully driven out of Rome! We are racing down the Autostrada!  That wasn’t so hard.  I didn’t even use all of the maps I had printed.

My little yellow Vespa!
Give me a Vespa or give me death!

Stay tuned for episode 2…

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