Sure, in my neighborhood, this is a ride of choice for forty-year-old douchebag millionaires who made their fortune selling bad mortgages in south OC, all while wearing torn True Religions and positively ridiculous, blingy man blouses, but I have to admit, THIS may be the prettiest car I have seen come from Italy in a long, long time.

Those damn Italians. They are obnoxious, unreliable, and totally incapable of doing anything on an kind of schedule, but they make some spectacular automobiles. I think the Stig may have one of the best jobs in the world.

Postscript: Ironically, the first version of this car in the US was sold to none other than the founder of True Religion jeans. @#$%ing figures.