Autobahn
This afternoon, I saw a Fiat 500 parked across the street from the mechanic's shop from whence my father was fetching his absurd "sporty" station wagon after having the air conditioning examined &, presumably, repaired. A wild craving for a 500, possibly in the tuned Abarth 500 guise, is now running around the back forty of my mind. The vast & cool & unsympathetic corner of my brain insists that a bulk as elephantine as mine would never fit into the wee Fiat, while a more fun-loving sector chimes in that the Fiat has an engine as puny as its body & thus would likely not sate my love of flying along the expressways in some excess of the posted speed limits. Men in white coats with butterfly nets have been dispatched to wrangle the wild, Fiat-mad Edelweißpiraten.
Meanwhile…
The Rebel Black Dot Song of the Day
Paramore, "Where the Lines Overlap" from Brand New Eyes (T.L.A.M.)
2 comments:
A co-worker of mine just bought a Fiat and loves it. They own Ferarri, so they must have a decent engine.
Car and Driver grouses about a lack of pep in the 500, but I've yet to read their review of test driving the tuned Abarth variant. Thanks, Steeze.
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