T here we were, six folks remaining around in a rural Los Angeles carport in summer, drinking shabby lager, eating potato chips, and BSing not about baseball but rather old, eccentric, back engined Fiats. It was my month to have the nearby Fiat 850 club and, sitting by my never-endingly not-exactly roadworthy 1967 850 Roadster (alongside two club individuals' autos - another 850 Car and a 600), there was a 2,400-pound elephant: the 2015 Alfa Romeo 4C I'd freed from my associates only for this event.
I assumed that this auto, being an undeniable individual from the new FCA family, would be of enthusiasm to my kindred club individuals. More than that, I believed Alfa's child supercar would be the star of the meet. I assumed that I'd be requested rides, that there would be "ooohs" and "ahhhs" and heaps of inquiries. No such luckiness. One participant appeared to not even notice that the auto existed, strolling directly past without even a sideways look. "So that is the new Alfa, huh?" said another part, gesturing in the auto's course, taking a gander at it like it were another lawnmower. Another part, a 30-something with a little accumulation of frail Fiats and bikes, really sufficiently minded to sit in the auto however was immediately frightened by the scanty lodging. "Simply doe
I chose to make a move. I lifted the back portal to flaunt the motor (a move that regularly draws in auto folks to a vehicle like moths to a light), lastly whatever remains of the prevalently 40-something bunch wound over and began making inquiries. Most appeared to be awed that the auto was turbocharged and makes about 240 drive from only 1.7 liters. Others laughed at what it must cost to supplant the composite body boards if they take a hit. For all intents and purposes all concurred that on the off chance that they moved inside, they most likely wouldn't be moving retreat effectively.
By the by, despite everything I appreciate driving the 2015 Alfa Romeo 4C, and most customary suburbanites still appear to appreciate watching it being driven. As of late senior manager Chris Nelson chose to supplant the well-worn OEM tires with an arrangement of super-sticky Bridgestone Potenza RE71A elastic. There's more street commotion now than some time recently, and the forceful tread tends to tramline a bit, yet the change in grasp is effectively felt, even in city driving with its spiraling interstate exit ramps and sharp turns onto side boulevards. Whether they wear any quicker than the first Pirellis stays to be seen.
