There I was, as I usually find myself on Wednesday afternoons, conscious in a coffin buried six feet under the ground with only a flashlight and my bare hands to get myself out. As I finally clawed my face free, I glimpsed around the dark cemetery to realize that hey, the Alfa Romeo 4C Spider is still for sale.
The 4C is a good car in and of itself, with an exciting chassis, an exciting engine, and the general excitement of skateboarding across the road with a turbocharger psh-tsh-tsh-tshhhhh directly behind your ear as you get on and off the gas.
The 4C Spider also meets all the qualifiers for being a good convertible:
1. The roof is stupid.
2. That’s it.
Indeed, this is a roll-top car, with the center section just being some canvas that you unclip on either side and then roll up like a newspaper for swatting a fly. There will be flies, actually, if you find yourself wisely buying one in yellow. They are impossibly attracted to the color.
But do not sleep on this thing. I have had outstanding driving experiences in a Porsche Cayman. But in a 4C I have had adventures. It is a wild machine with no power steering whatsoever. I can’t say it’s necessarily a smart thing to buy, but it is a car I would want in my garage.