I drove the car some years ago on the Fiat test track at Balocco. It was a memorable day, not least when 'Mephisto' gulped the last of the fuel from its tank and the Fiat Storico people had none with them there. Eventually a service car screamed up and squealed to a stop and a meccanico leapt from its passenger seat with a 20-litre can. BUT the crew then found they had no funnel to feed the filler neck. One lateral thinker grabbed a plastic traffic cone, and they used that as a filler funnel.
They then tow-started me in the old lady, and once it all erupted into deafening life a VERY reluctant crew member was detailed to duck down between the great car's front dumb-irons and the tow-truck ahead to untie the tow rope. He kept bobbing up and down, just tall enough to shoot tremulous glances back at me over the radiator filler cap, his eyes as round as dinner plates, indicating that I should keep my foot planted on the foot-brake and keep hauling on the hand-brake lever like an exasperated Scotsman at a fruit machine. I really understood his fear...
The point was that poor 'Mephisto' - despite being a runner - was at that time in very poor condition. Steam, scalding water, hot oil, fumes and smoke issued from almost every conceivable pore. The radiator leaked. The water jackets leaked. Oil unions leaked. She would run clean then gasp, cough and backfire - she would ripple into a misfiring fit, clear her throat, spit stabs of flame back from the carburettors...
It really was a case of 'Mephistopheles' indeed - here was a spitting, slobbering, gasping, rasping, quivering, detonating, fart-blasting, smoke-wreathed devil incarnate.
I have to say - I LOVED it.
DCN