There are few constants in Italian life—good coffee, Vatican intrigue, and, evidently, spirited driving. But this week, Rome’s taxi drivers found themselves in the headlights after Mercedes F1 boss Toto Wolff likened Max Verstappen’s on-track “road rage” to, well, navigating Rome or Naples behind the wheel. As detailed in The Guardian’s coverage, the real race began after the chequered flag, and it was Roman cabbies—clamorous, indignant, and likely double-parked—who seized the spotlight.

Formula One: More Than Just a Metaphor

Wolff’s comment, made in the wake of Verstappen’s penalty for a Spanish Grand Prix crash, was, by all accounts, a dig more than an endorsement. Responding to an Italian journalist’s question about the incident, Wolff quipped, as relayed by The Guardian: “This is road rage, like the taxi drivers in Rome or Naples.” The journalist attempted some national damage control—“We have improved a lot in Italy”—but according to the outlet, Wolff doubled down, pointing out “a lot of aggression in the centre of Rome and Naples, without rules.”

If Formula One is often compared to the chaos of urban driving, perhaps no city embodies this reputation quite like Rome. But does this comparison hold up, or is it just another tired cliché? The Roman drivers appear to think it’s the latter, and weren’t shy about firing back.

When the Cab Rank Claps Back

It’s rarely wise to pick a fight with someone who spends their life in traffic. As reported by The Guardian citing Corriere della Sera, Rome’s largest taxi cooperative president, Loreno Bittarelli, suggested it might be “better if Wolff focused on [the performance] of his own team.” Considering Mercedes’ recent ups and downs, that retort slices through with the sharpness of a sudden lane change.

Further reflecting on Roman cabbie resilience, The Guardian notes that Nicola Di Giacobbe of the taxi union Filt-Cgil took the opportunity to jab back, saying with dry humor, “We drive like a Mercedes since it only goes 30 miles an hour, just like us.” Yet, Di Giacobbe admitted Rome’s streets are plagued with congestion and rule-flouting, describing the city’s mobility as a kind of “no man’s land.”

Quoting from The Guardian’s account of local interviews, veteran taxi driver Roberto, with four decades behind the wheel, declared, “We are the best at driving in the chaotic traffic of this city. We are more patient and expert than the average driver.” Meanwhile, another driver, Alessandro, dismissed Wolff’s remarks as “a banal cliché” and threw down a challenge: “I would like to see Formula One drivers manoeuvring around construction sites, scooters and golf carts the way we do. Rome is now a jungle, not a Formula One track.” The Guardian also points out that while Naples’ taxi drivers appeared relatively unruffled by Wolff’s comments, Roman pride was distinctly on display.

The Art of Surviving the Urban Grand Prix

It’s easy to caricature city traffic as vehicular warfare, but maybe there’s more symmetry—and absurdity—between a Formula One race and a Roman morning commute than it first seems. After all, both involve split-second decisions, steely nerves, and a profound disregard for posted speed limits (at least in legend). As Alessandro observed (in remarks reported via The Guardian), F1 racers compete for trophies. In Rome, the true victory is surviving roundabouts, construction, and tourist golf carts with your paintwork—and temper—intact.

Is there a glimmer of truth beneath Wolff’s pointed comments? Certainly, a kind of “aggression” manifests in the survival instincts Roman cabbies have developed. However, can one really equate threading through scooters and potholes with the scripted chaos of a Grand Prix? Or is it just a handy metaphor when Italian driving is the topic du jour?

Stereotypes, Defiance, and the Unofficial Rules of the Road

As entertaining as this transcontinental back-and-forth has been, it highlights an enduring tension: the difference between how outsiders caricature a city and how locals navigate (and narrate) their own reality. Should we really ask if Roman cab drivers are anything like Verstappen on race day? Or is the more intriguing question whether Verstappen—or Toto Wolff, for that matter—could survive ten minutes piloting a taxi through the urban jungle of Rome?

Ultimately, Roman drivers are defending more than just their reputation—they’re championing a daily feat of adaptation, expertise, and the ability to roll with Rome’s relentless absurdities. Stereotypes may be as plentiful as potholes; but on the streets of the Eternal City, they’re just another obstacle to swerve around, preferably with a flourish and perhaps a pointed gesture out the window.