It’s like an if alien mission of superior intelligence had stopped by the Earth, seen our engine technology and evolved it with resources we didn’t yet have. However, those aliens were tiny and scaled the S800 according to their planet… Japan.

If I were given the choice to drive any of the cars in Jerry Seinfeld’s collection, maybe this wouldn’t be my first pick, but after knowing how much this little Fiat means to its owner, no other car would feel such a privilege. Thank you Mr. Seinfeld for this special drive.

Yes, those looks alone are a great part of its allure. Driving one for the camera in this scenery, as the sun drops down, feels like if you were handed a canvas and some brushes, and found out that, for a first and unrepeatable occasion, you are able to make art.

Even the most extreme supercar would be invisible next to the wild RS 200. Absolutely nothing could steal the show like it does, and those who know what it is, seem genuinely happy to see it.
There’s no resentment, no blaming, no culprit. Only positive emotions.