I purchased my 280SL from a guy in Paris, while I live in the south of France. As the engine had just been completely renovated, it needed breaking in. It was in the fall, with nice colors on the trees, and I thought to kill 3 birds with one stone, getting the car back home slowly on smaller country roads while breaking the engine in, and taking my father (85 at the time) for an extended tour in a luxury touring convertible (like him, aging gracefully) through pretty scenery.
With replacement hips, he managed a lot better than that Ferrari guy, but was glad when we arrived at the end of the third day. He took the train back to Paris. He’s 87 now, still running around like a man 10 years younger. May we all fare as well… and our cars too!