It is distressing to learn that at times the Giulia is smarter than I am. Today I went to close the trunk lid or boot for the rest of the world. It would not close. Over and over I dropped it, slammed it, slowly guided it into place. It would not latch. Thoughts of useless, problem prone, good for nothing Italian cars swirled through my mind as I pondered how to drive 30 miles down the freeway to the house with the trunk lid open. Then that marvelous part of the human structure, the brain, pops up and says, heh, idiot where's the key?