One thing about the Fiat 500 is that you never know when it's going to give you some excitement. Case in point was three days ago, when the little car died on my way to work. In the middle of rush hour traffic, I was stranded on the small shoulder being buzzed by crazy Italian nut-job drivers. I put out my reflective triangle and even that got ran over by an elderly couple.
After waiting 30 minutes dodging cars, the tow truck showed up and got me out of the chaos. We went to the garage, and they started working on the car right away. 15 minutes, a new spark plug and distributor cap later, they had the car putt, putt, putting like it should.
The funny thing about italian mechanics is that they are usually older gentlemen that seem to have a sixth sense when it comes to diagnosing and fixing problems with the Fiat 500. They also always have a fond memory and story that relates to their early experience with the car: from their family's first vehicle or their first experience with a woman in one, the car brings many fond memories to the hearts of Italians. Many would say that Ferrari or Lamborghini is the national car of Italy. This is not true; it is the Fiat 500!
Hope you enjoy some pics of Luke "driving". The car is almost his size. A pint sized car for a pint sized motor head.
1 comment:
Wow LeighAnna that is a crazy story. I wouldn't even have known how to let the tow truck driver know where exactly I am located. I'm happy everything worked out. The pictures of Luke in the Fiat are adorable!!
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