We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
The 500S maybe not, but the 500 Abarth? That one's like an angry half-Hellcat. A beautiful, fast little car that, much like a beautiful Italian woman, is going to leave you dead in a ditch, upside-down and on fire, with a smile on your face.
I had a girl "friend" years ago who took her high heels to the hood of my brand new 72 Volvo. Soon thereafter I escaped from that horror show. Guess I was a bad boy back then.
I remember back when, that showing up in a Fiat was almost as bad as showing up in a Rambler. Of coarse the Rambler was a much better car, build wise, but whoa, kiss of death for "Cool".