In Gaeta, a shipmate had an apartment and a ratty, old Cinquecento. We had to work on that car every day.........EVERY DAY.......in order to keep it running. But run it did. Among the many things that come back to my mind when I think of that car is Carabinieri (sp?) and the "lollipop" signs they would hold up to let you know they wanted you to stop. We always stopped quickly when we saw a "lollipop"
Of all the cars that have played a role in my life, I believe I would most like to see that ratty little red Cinquecento again.
A 1960's Millecinquecento was a memorable member of a high turnover stable when I was a young fella. A mate and I had a not-very-successful business in our teens, hunting down cars that hadn't moved for a long time, locating their owners, buying them for 2/10's of buggerall, getting them warranted, and flicking them on. Each one would be 'our car' for a while, until we made a sale, and that little white Millecinquecento was a joy to traverse the hills of NZ in - Style beyond our deserving. We also had a Bambina (Cinquecento) at one stage, which I remember us driving around a paddock sitting on the roof, steering with our feet through the sunroof, with the hand throttle set for fun.
I was perhaps not the most responsible of youngsters, and apply the "do as I say, not as I do" principal to our own children