Las Vegas, if you haven't been lately, kind of sucks. Everything is twice as expensive as it should be, good blackjack tables are nearly extinct (even at $100 a hand), and traffic is bad enough to make trekking on foot seem like a good idea even in the summer desert heat. But fortunately, I wasn't in Vegas to gamble or take in the shows. I was there to drive, and for that, Vegas is actually pretty awesome.
But can a scorpion-badged, 160-horsepower, turbocharged 1.4-liter Italian hatchback live up to the promise of Spring Mountain's highly technical, famous-corner-inspired, 3.1-mile long configuration? Surprisingly, yes, it can. But more on that in a bit.
Disclaimer: Fiat--no, Abarth...err, Chrysler flew us out to Vegas, put us up in the Hard Rock Hotel for a couple of nights, and took us to the Playboy Club so we could bring you this review. The Playboy Club isn't nearly as cool as you'd think.
Before we could get to the Spring Mountain Motorsport Ranch, we had to drive there--via the scenic Red Rock Canyon route. That's about two hours of tooling about on public highways, if you count the trip through the canyon park itself.
2012 Fiat 500 Abarth first driveEnlarge Photo
On the road
Situated in the car with another scribe, our day's computer and camera gear easily stowed, I found the car comfortable to sit in, even with the tall passenger seat height--it's not adjustable like the driver's seat is. Neither seat gets as low as you'd like, leaving you feeling like you're driving a very (very) tiny crossover. But the feeling subsides and we're on our way.
At highway speeds, the Abarth 500 is actually very well controlled. The Koni Frequency Selective Dampers (FSD) up front do a nice job of absorbing the bumps, potholes, and other hazards scattered around the average public road, but still feel firm and sporty. Cabin noise is minimal, not just for a small, inexpensive car, but overall--at least until you cross 75 or 80 mph, where wind noise picks up noticeably.
Once we reached the twistier bits, the car's balance and overall grip felt very good, offering as much pace as you'd care to take into an unfamiliar turn with a blind exit and other cars about.
But even on the open road, a few small annoyances arose: The gear shift feels like it's made of rubber, mounted on rubber, and engaging rubber, and its throws are long. There's a weird hitch in its gait going from fourth to fifth. The clutch is light and offers little information about its engagement point to the driver's foot.
Filing these away for further investigation on the track, we reach Spring Mountain with a few hours of merciless flogging in the Abarth's future. After a quick orientation session and ride-along, we're loosed like the rabid dogs we are.
On the track
Filing out onto the track one by one, the exhaust note of the little Abarth is the first thing you'll notice. A bit barky and raspy at idle and city speeds on the drive in, it really comes to life toward the top third of the tach, reaching something more like a pint-sized wail. The turbo spools and makes tiny wastegate sounds. It sounds like a hot hatch.
Flicking the stability control to its intermediary not-quite-all-the-way off setting, punching the Sport button to give the car full power and sharpen up the steering, and powering out of pit lane into the first turn--Ego Check, a notorious off-camber, decreasing-radius left-hander--the car seems not just able, but ready to rotate off-throttle and in trail-braking.
Dig out of the corner in third, accelerate hard down the short straight--this little thing feels like it has more juice that its 160 horsepower and 180 pound-feet would indicate--heel-toe down to second, back on the power, over the rumble strips, hard on the gas up to third, then fourth, through the long right-handers and across the dip. Even at speeds approaching 100 mph, the car feels stable, planted, while turning and alternately climbing and falling.
Then it's time to grab the brakes, just for a second, before the fast decreasing-radius right, downshifting to third. Here we have our first nervous moment in the car: under moderate to hard braking from 90-100 mph, the back of the car gets light. Very light. Like running up beside your door and floating light. Keep the wheel straight, a minor flick to correct the sliding tail, back on the gas to settle it down, then trailbraking the rest of the excess momentum into the turn down toward the apex.
A few more quick, tight turns, and you're back out into hard-acceleration territory before another hard right that requires a second-gear downshift, back up to 100, brake hard, catch the tail--a few more quick and tight turns, and you're in the big S-shaped section that leads onto the front straight. Here, in these long, skidpad-like left- and right-handers, the Abarth 500's innate balance, tuned into being by the stiffer front springs and tweaked anti-roll bar settings, becomes obvious. Add throttle to widen your line; let off to tighten it; hold neutral maintenance throttle and carry on as aimed, all while dancing with the tires' lateral limit.
Even after scorching runs, pushing as close to 10/10ths as the desire to not put a wheel off, much less ball up someone else's sheetmetal, will allow, the brakes did little more than give off a nice hot just-been-tracked smell. The pedal never got spongy or long, and stopping power seemed consistent from lap to lap, session to session.