I once owned a Fiat, ...purchased for four hundred dollars. I remember thinking the stereo was worth more than the car itself. It sure handled nice but it was the Marantz tuner with a Clarion eq./power booster, twin Jensen coaxial speakers and pair of Pioneer high-frequency boxes up front that made that car rock. The '73 128 special was the only Italian friend I've ever had. I drove that car from San Antonio to Minneapolis once stopping only for gas (no food or rest stops) and to dry out the little wells around the spark plugs that kept filling up with radiator fluid. I think my artist friend Gary will travel with us this summer around Italy. He mentioned how the police there drive little Fiats and something about that imagery inspires me to want to get involved in a Euro car chase a la Jason Bourne; The funny sirens wailing and honking and narrow cobble-stone alleys with fruit and vendor's carts toppling and flying all over the place. From what I've seen in movies I probably won't get caught...I sold that faithful Fiat to my friend Chris the upholsterer. As he cornered the boxy little sports car around Lake Street and Hiawatha the front wheels fell off. That's what I'm expecting to happen to the policia chasing me through the streets of Florence.
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My Fiat 850 Coupe, Tirebiter, was purchased for $300 and ran with a gas tank that would have held more then 7 gallons, had it not been kicked in. The car ran like shit for a few years but I loved it (even though the green paint sullied more than a handful of rags every time I washed it)and I had to brush the upholstery stuffing off my pants when getting out of the car. That said, I sold it, begrudgingly, to my ex-boyfriend for $300 and cried as he drove off with it. Not soon thereafter (like a few weeks later), he was chased down the street by a good Samaritan who only wanted to deliver the message that his rear-oriented engine was trailing flames and smoke. So much for first cars. Fiat is having the last laugh these days, eh Chrysler?
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