Driving home today made me realize the truth in what one of my friends from work mentioned over the weekend. There are actually rules to Neapolitan driving. Two rules, in fact, and they are equally important:

1. I must get there first.

2. There is nobody behind me.

Which dovetails nicely with my theory that if you take the most maniacal New England driver and the slowest Sunday-afternoon-20mph-in-the-left-lane Southern driver, and smash the two together in a particle accelerator, the resulting reaction yields a Neapolitan behind the wheel of a Fiat Cinquecento.