Oh who are we kidding? A review of the Gucci Fiat 500C can be a few words long and read like a personal ad: Sexy cabrio seeks young adult who doesn’t mind having strangers take their picture. Must enjoy tiptronic for bursts of speed and should be aware that Gucci Gucci Goo means tickled pink in Italian.
When I tell you that this is a car for extroverts I am NOT KIDDING. Driving on the 405 (inching along if I’m going to be honest) will have a handful of people snapping their smartphone cameras at you. Driving this car is as close to celebrity as I’ve ever been.
The Fiat is adorable. There’s no other way to put it. When I first saw all the brightly colored cars they reminded me of gumdrops on wheels. Everything about the Fiat’s exterior made me smile. Also, doesn’t this look like a mustachioed Fiat?
Since I was driving a car that I’ve just described as adorable, we’ve got to talk about what makes it so. Although I enjoy styling on automobiles, I’m not someone who would ever recommend buying a car for it’s looks just as I wouldn’t steer someone away from a car because of it’s exterior styling. The Fiat breaks a few of these rules. Although it handles nicely I wouldn’t buy this car for performance and I imagine more than a few people will buy it for it’s looks alone. Those people will not be disappointed with the money they spend.
The Gucci Fiat has G’s everywhere. The seat’s leather, the floor boards, the gear shift, tires, etc. I adore the seat belt straps in Gucci red and green.
I took the car to Rodeo Drive (it was like returning an orphan to it’s mother for one last visit) and was stunned when tourists swarmed the car and started taking pictures of themselves with it. I think the Gucci Fiat is plastered all over Facebook Japan right now. Young men went CRAZY for the car. I expected young women to like it, but I never expected men to fist pump for the car and yell down the street.
It was fun. Lots and lots of fun.
After taking the Gucci Fiat on a tour of Beverly Hills I thought, “let’s see how this thing handles the curves of Sunset Blvd.” In drive the Fiat handled as I thought it might. It’s not a sports car, it’s a 1.4 liter engine that was built for the narrow streets of Europe not the speedways of the Autobahn. Driving the Fiat in sports mode is incrementally better but it’s still a tiny car with a tiny engine. What was surprisingly good was driving the car in manual. It gets loud quickly but if you’re willing to shift manually (pseudo manual as there’s no clutch) you can really push this car to perform. It was actually fun taking the curves on Sunset Blvd and then Beverly Glen.
The cabrio top is nice but there’s a little whomp whomp sound if you leave it open, drive fast and don’t crack the windows. I’m pretty sure there’s a name for it. I don’t know the name, do you?
There is kinship with Italians. When you drive a Fiat expect all the other Fiat drivers in town to give you a smile or a wave. Even in bad traffic. Even in the rain… even if anything. It’s so much fun. I think they must only allow fun people to buy these cars. It’s amazing.
What was truly amazing was the kinship extended to me as a Fiat driver by the Ferrari drivers. They waved too, really. So call me shallow, but if $23,000 gets me the ability to hang out with Ferrari drivers I’m thinking that’s money well spent. No?