As a teenager I had a passion for Italian cars, but being of limited means, my options were limited. The first car I ever bought was a Fiat X-19. It literally blew up and almost killed me. Luckily my dad paid for comprehensive insurance, and with the insurance check I bought a used 1978 Fiat 124 1800 Spider. I loved it, but it almost bankrupted me. After this, I grew disillusioned towards Italian cars, and I spent a boring decade driving Oldsmobiles. However, the passion never left my DNA. After graduating law school, I splurged on a used Chrysler TC blessed with an extended service contract. It was not the normal disguised LaBaron TC, but the rather rare TC version with the Chrysler-based 2.2 liter engine fitted with a double overhead cam 16 valve Maserati head fabricated by Cosworth in England — the real “Maserati” engine. I love, love, loved that car, but it couldn’t stop leaking oil, and I ended up forcing Chrysler to buy it back under a lemon law. The law school education paid off. With the lemon law check in hand, I bought a used Cadillac Allante. It was a 1990 version, and the guy I bought it from had a 1993 version in his driveway. He liked it so much, he bought another. That's a good sign to a used car buyer, but that car was also blessed with a 7 year 100,000 mile bumper to bumper warranty. It was a great car for a long time, and the Cadillac service was addictive. After a short excursion in a Lincoln LS and an even shorter effort to like the ill-fated Ford Thunderbird reboot, I returned to Cadillac and owned two first generation Cadillac CTS-V’s. Children showed up, and I drove a second generation CTS, and an SRX (did I mention children). Anyway, the kids are teenagers now, and I am in the last few months of my 2015 ATS 3.6 lease. I drove a Giulia, and I am sold. It will be my next car.