I just saw this thread and had to share an experience. I was walking out of a Starbucks toward my '02 Spyder, rosso mondiale with tan interior, prominently parked on a city street and shining in the sun. While I was still maybe 40 feet away from the car, I see a man pointing at it and gesticulating with his hands, clearly enthused and describing the car to two children. As I got nearer I can see he's probably their grandfather... maybe in his 60s or so, with two boys aged ~ 6 and ~8. And getting still closer, I realize he is speaking 100% ITALIAN (this, in my hometown of Greenville, SC). This is The Italian Guy straight out of central casting... his hands are waving wildly in the air and he's speaking 1,000 words per minute to his grandkids, all in Italian.... even pointing with a stabbing finger to the Maserati badge on the front! When I approached and he realized I was the owner, he asked in very broken English if he can get his photo with the car. Which of course I obliged. I've had some good fun in this car, but this moment was one I'll always remember.