Early one morning in Tuscany, a fine mist hangs over the fields between Pescia and Altopascio. Cypress trees cast long shadows on the asphalt of the old road leading toward Viareggio, while somewhere behind the hills, the sun is already making the bodywork of a silver Monoposto glisten. Then a mechanical roar shatters the silence. A sixteen-cylinder supercharged engine roars to life, dust swirls along the roadside, and for a brief moment, the world seems to consist of nothing but speed.