This is the Alfa 4C. It serves no automotive purpose. Like a Gorgeous housewife, 20 years younger than her executive husband and incapable of having children, cooking or cleaning, she exists solely for her beauty. The 4C is much the same, it isn't very quick, it handles very poorly for what it is and it isn't comfortable or have a single thought of utility. You could argue that a person could make a fast run to the store for more milk in this, but in reality the person who can afford this would be more likely to use their trusty Merc or Beamer for that task. The 4C isn't even a proper roadster, since those are normally have a soft ride with a solid turn radius to cruise up and down the Pacific Coast highway or whatever paved mountain roads you may have nearby and the 4C is set up in a way where you can feel every bump on the road and hold your breathe and begin to pray everytime you see a pothole, or hear someone just mention one.
This car is very much an Andy Warhol piece or a Kubrick film on tires. Those telling you they enjoy it for anything other than the appearance are either lying to you or horribly pretentious, probably both. Definitely both. There's no way to sit in one of these cars and not feel "fast", but not in a Formula 1 or Top Fuel way, but in a kid pretending to be James Bond in his dad's old MG Spitfire that's been sitting in the garage for 12 years without an engine kind of way. It's about the perceived look of speed, not the actual capability. And that, at it's very core is why some cars truly are art. It isn't about what they can actually do, it's about how they look and how that makes them feel like something else, something that's better than the vehicle you're in. And the 4C is very much built to that spec
