But like those other cars that came to define their class, the 500 was the one that got it right. Why? Primarily because Fiat got the world’s greatest talents to make it. Designer Dante Giacosa was a visionary already with the Topolino to his name. His brief called for a car less than 10ft
in length yet in which four people could squeeze. His answer was a
car with monocoque construction, independent rear suspension and aluminium air-cooled engine in
the back engineered by Aurelio Lampredi. The latter was better known for designing the monster V12 Ferrari engines that not only won Maranello its first Le Mans as
a factory team but vanquished the hitherto unbeatable Alfa Romeo F1 team. The 500 may have been small, but its pedigree oozed out of its every aperture.
If I’m honest, I bought my 500 because what I really wanted was a 1950s 2CV and I couldn’t find a good enough car. To me,
the Fiat was second best – a lot better than nothing but not really what I was after. But by the time the perfect 2CV did finally appear, I’d realised how wrong I’d been about the 500, so now I have two small and ancient cars powered by air-cooled twins. Some might call that overkill.
But I couldn’t bring myself to sell the 500. For a start, it’s a 500D, which means it has the original body with the suicide doors and is vanishingly rare as a result. It’s the only car I’ve ever owned that makes people who have no interest in cars go completely weak at the knees.
More than anything, however, I’ve kept it because it is howlingly funny to drive. If someone today were to design a rear engine air-cooled car with a super short wheelbase and an all-up kerb weight of less than 500kg, we’d be queuing up to drive
it no matter how much power it had. To me, it’s mainly about the steering, unpolluted as it is by either the weight of an engine sitting on top if it or the need to transmit power to the road. Quick and super-direct, even on rubbish tyres it changes direction like a pinball. The amount of grip will surprise anyone who travels in
it as will its composure on the limit. Basically, it won’t understeer at all but just slides at all four corners until you have had enough fun or are about to run out of road. A quick lift with the appropriate reduction in lock is all that’s then required.
But there’s more: the engine note is charming enough for Fiat to want to recreate it in the 21st century, while the ultra-quick four-speed gearbox has no synchromesh, so will not hesitate to let you know if your double declutching technique is not quite up to snuff. In fact, the only thing I don’t like about it are the brakes, which are only a little better than they feel, and they feel awful.
So now is where I get sniffy about the ‘new’ Fiat 500 and point out how its retro shape smacks of creative bankruptcy and note the absence of the innovative engineering detail. Do you think for a moment that even the Twinair engine would have been built without Lampredi’s original? No, me neither.