There I was, as I usually find myself on Wednesday afternoons, conscious in a coffin buried six feet under the ground with only a flashlight and my bare hands to get myself out. As I finally clawed my face free, I glimpsed around the dark cemetery to realize that hey, the Spider is still for sale.

The 4C is a , with an exciting chassis, an exciting engine, and the general excitement of skateboarding across the road with a turbocharger psh-tsh-tsh-tshhhhh directly behind your ear as you get on and off the gas.

The 4C Spider also meets all the qualifiers for being a good convertible:

1. The roof is stupid.

2. That’s it.

Indeed, this is a roll-top car, with the center section just being some canvas that you unclip on either side and then roll up like a newspaper for swatting a fly. There will be flies, actually, if you find yourself wisely buying one in yellow. They are impossibly attracted to the color.

I had sort of forgotten that the 4C Spider is still for sale (!), as .

There already aren’t that many mid-engined hardtop sports cars available today and it looks like…

But do not sleep on this thing. I have had outstanding driving experiences in a Porsche Cayman. But in a 4C . It is a wild machine with no power steering whatsoever. I can’t say it’s necessarily a smart thing to buy, but it is a car I would want in my garage.