you are a rich man or at least wealthy. You have that GT outside and a week. So, you could get your Fred Perry roll, throw in underwear and another pair of trousers to take the sporty leather jacket and the credit card and head down over Italy through the Alps to take a Ferry over two nights into the calmest and most relaxing part of Europe in a perfect mixture of high ways and winding empty country roads to stay for three nights somewhere only God can have let you in a small causy country side hotel and think of nothing else, but the trip making miles savely into a different world among others.....or you are a Tate.