The summer of 1982. I was a shaggy headed college student. I met this really cute Italian girl who I fell madly in love with. She drove a little black sports car. I didn't know what kind of car it was. I didn't really care at the time. I wasn't a car person. Cars had been just a mode of transportation for me. The car sounded great, looked great, and drove unlike anything I had known. The car was a black 1978 Fiat 124 Spider. I married her and there been a Fiat in the driveway ever since.