Owning Italian cars is definitely not for the faint hearted and yet there's something about them that's addictive...
The punto, despite still being the youngest car I've ever owned, has given me more problems than the other two combined including today when it decided to detach it's undertray a mile from home. Any other car would have been part x'd by now and yet I can't bring myself to say goodbye to it.
What the hell is it about Italian cars?
The punto, despite still being the youngest car I've ever owned, has given me more problems than the other two combined including today when it decided to detach it's undertray a mile from home. Any other car would have been part x'd by now and yet I can't bring myself to say goodbye to it.
What the hell is it about Italian cars?