My most memorable moment in my Jalpa was when I left my Christmas party in Beverly Hills and my car ran out of gas on Sunset strip right in front of the posh cafe's and restaurants full of people. I just got out in my suit, pushed it to the shoulder and hid in my shell. A sherrif deputy asked what had happened so I explained that my fuel gauge apparantly was not reading correctly and that I already called AAA. He left before saying nice Ferrari?!@#$%.