My radio involvement was going nicely. I was properly established as part of the team and we were actually making some headway with the student body. Our plans were gradually getting more and more elaborate and after a version of CSI, a remake of the original Star Wars films, it only made sense that now we go for three Top Gear-inspired races across Bella Italia.
The first race pitted a lift against my legs and a flight of stairs; the second saw a three-way spat across Verona - who would win out of a runner, a bike, and a bus? The third race was going to have to be something special - it was going to have to take us outside the medieval walls of the city, but where?
We chose Trento because it took one hour on the train and one hour in the car - I genuinely didn't know who was going to win. I was on the train with one co-presenter, and the other had some merry men to deal with in the form of some other Erasmus students.
We raced. If you want to know who won, watch the video. But after all that, we were in Trento, an hour out of Verona and to be honest once we'd wandered round for a while, we all got bored. The only solution to our problems was first, to Grom, second to jump...
The Victory Jump
Trento, Italy, 2010
...and third, to go home.
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