The one car that struck me as most interesting on Friday night was a 1957 Fiat Abarth. Why that car?
When I was about 12- 14 years of age I used to go down my street to visit my two cousins. Next to their home lived Tony, and his home was a double with an upstairs apartment. For a time there lived a guy with a green Fiat Abarth. It seemed that every time visited my cousins this Abarth owner was in Tony's driveway working on this Abarth. He was hot, sweating, and looking mighty frustrated.
I thought it was an interesting-looking small car, but what I remember most is this guy always working on it. Much later in life -- I was 22 and a graduate student -- I remember a similar kind of situation with an apartment neighbor always working on a Lotus Europa. Perhaps these memories are warnings from God to avoid certain cars!