In May of 2015, I got my first real job. A month after that, my Aveo broke down and was "totaled". So I began searching for a hot hatch.   I test drove a Fiesta ST, and loved it. It was "fast" and fun. Had great Recaro Seats, and a touch screen too. But it was very, very numb to me.   Across the street from the Ford dealer was a Maserati dealer. The Grand Sports were staring at me, so I stopped by on my way home. Lo and Behold, this beauty was sitting in the corner of the lot, having been traded in on a used Porsche that day.  I quickly chatted it up with the salesman, minutes before close on Friday. They ran my credit and gave me the keys for the weekend so I could see how I liked it and get a PPI. As I gave it gas out of the dealership, I got the biggest smile on my face. It was incredible.  On Monday, after a clear PPI, I returned to the dealership. The salesman held his hand out for the keys, and I said "You're not getting these back." Later that evening, I found myself 100 miles from home, cruising in my new Abarth. I couldn't be happier.