You say that. Trust me though, you let one Italian into your garage then they start spawning. I thought I'd be ok when I got a 500 pop. I now have a 500 Abarth, X1/9 and a Lancia Scorpion. It is nothing short of an abusive relationship at this point. I didn't even intend to get the Exie and the Scorp, they both just…

TThis is why I am nothing short of religious about my fire extinguishers. Every car has one. The garage has a bigger one. The laundry room and kitchen have little ones. All told iirc there's 6 within a 10 second dash. I own 3 Italian cars, I know how this game can go.

Yeah nah. Knowing what I know of the Fiat community, less sketchy cars can be had for that money or less. If I can't check certain places for rust, I'm walking

A couple years back I was headed to the Utah Motorsports Campus with a couple friends and we stopped at the gas station in Snowville. Now, Snowville is a cursed energy place, I’ve seen lightning start a good size grass fire there, met the band Goatwhore, and broken a flip flop, all at the gas station there on…

Probably, but Lancia owners are not the sort of people known to embrace a whole lot of sensible decisions...

So my husband’s like “There’s something on Jalopnik about a ridiculously poorly engineered thing where if you turn the wheels it destroys the engine. Let’s see if it’s one of our cars!

Autocrossing while 8 months pregnant. Started the run with baby asleep, nbd. I go into a fairly long/big turn and baby wakes up midway. I lean right, baby wakes you and relocates somewhere near my left kidney. 20 seconds later I cross the line of the weirdest run in my life, baby kicking like mad.

Upon first hearing this story, at first I considered the shitty dad angle, which he certainly is. Beyond that though, why does a 9 year old not know how to operate a can opener? Or is it a symptom of my shitty childhood that I was a can opener pro by that age? 

Can you justify it with 3+ kids or a need to haul large items regularly?

When I was born, my dad had a 914 and a Karmann Ghia circa 1988. He died when I was 8, too young to have learned car stuff from him. I definitely inherited his unusual car taste, albeit in Fiat form. Part of my love for cars is because it gives me a little bit of a connection to the man I barely got to know. I'd give…

I mean, I own 2 Fiats, which in the US should be a big red flag, but only one of them lives at home. My husband owns two FDs, neither of which at home right now because both are broken, which is it’s own set of red flags. If I was not married, I think I would avoid any man with a boring appliance of a car, any man…

God knows I love me an Abarth. I’ve pretty much dedicated my life to becoming an Abarth nun and practicing our dark arts. Having seen many of these cars buy and sell in my time, even as a clean, unhooned (you’re doing it wrong!) fairly low miles example, this is a bit too high.

How did we forget the ultimate weird celebrity car commercial: Grace Jones for Citroen?!

Confession time! Back when my husband had his E46 M3, I learned why BMW drivers get their rep. It wasn’t from assholery, I would just forget about the outside world. You’re so well cocooned in luxury that you forget to signal cause you don’t feel anyone around you. Only after you’ve committed a sin and noticed that…

Green is considered by some to be bad luck on a car. I was raised never to own one because of this superstition. To this day, I can see loads of beautiful green cars and acknowledge their beauty, but I will say that green only belongs in the appropriate shade on a British car.

My car currently begs to differ.

Soul red is absolutely gorgeous, that shit straight up glows. One day I want the door to my house sprayed in soul red and I've never even owned a Mazda

Ssitting deep in the Fiat community, whenever “what’s your other car” posts come up, you would have difficulty supporting that “bottom of the barrel cheap” thinking. It is not at all uncommon for people to daily a 500 then have a Ferrari, Lotus, Maserati or some other interesting toy in the garage. Many of us are city…

I plan to get my sewing machine and fabric out of moving storage in the next day or two so I can use my stash to start making masks. True to the goth I am, I'm also ready and willing to volunteer for dead body duty. Won't come to that where I am, but on the off chance, I don't mind corpses

I was traveling weekend before last as things were really starting to take off. Had an hour to kill waiting on my aunt’s flight so we could carpool a rental and I spiced up the usual people watching by coughing gently every time someone in a mask walked past. The only 2/3rds full flights were also a nice change from…