… Should you scream so loud that you nearly scare your adoring husband to death— especially while he’s driving you.
Well, I saw it. My first one. A stateside Fiat Cinque Cento (500 for the English speakers). It was parked on Central Avenue as Jim and I headed home from our Sunday lunch at The Grove. Little, silver, Italian — and absolutely fantastico. Without thinking, I squealed, “OMG, it’s adorable! I HAVE to have one!” Luckily, Jim did not wreck the car we currently own and were driving; and I think his hearing might somehow, miraculously, remain intact. Nonetheless, if you have not yet seen one, you are in for a treat:
And for the fashionistas among us, Fiat is offering a new option: your very own Gucci-designed Fiat Cinque Cento. Yes folks, you can actually drive a Gucci-designed Italian bug around town. Wow. I love my paid-for, beautiful 2002 BMW 325i — which is, actually, the ultimate driving machine. (They’re not kidding.) But I might smell a new car interior, and the new car payment to go with it, in my not-too-distant future.
Anyway… here’s wishing you buonasera and buon Domenico domani.