Rent an Abarth: Turin's Scorpion-Badged Mischief
Carlo Abarth was born in Vienna in 1908 and didn't become Italian until adulthood, though the appetite for speed and mechanics showed up long before that. He founded the company in Bologna on the 31st of March, 1949, alongside racing driver Guido Scagliarini. Although the origin story begins in Bologna, Turin is where Abarth has called home since 1949, the city where the scorpion badge, chosen as his own zodiac sign, has marked every car built since. For seventy years that badge has stood for exactly one idea, that size was never the thing that mattered. Our team handles delivery and logistics with the same precision that idea demands, so all that's left for you to do is find the nearest set of hairpins.
Turin is where the scorpion badge has called home since the beginning, decades of racing pedigree built into the same streets the cars are still delivered from today. Leaving the city in the 595C , roof already folded back before the outskirts clear, the road climbs south through the Ligurian Apennines via the Passo dei Giovi, tight switchbacks threading through chestnut forest as the plains around Turin disappear behind you. The five-speed manual earns its keep immediately, a downshift and a stab of throttle turning each hairpin into its own small event.
From Genoa , the coast is visible long before the road reaches sea level, the port sprawling out below as the route drops toward the water, then turns southeast for the run down to La Spezia. Hairpin after hairpin gives way to a steadier coastal rhythm, the exhaust cracking on every downshift, the air carrying salt well before the first proper glimpse of open water.
Leaving La Spezia, the cliff road above Cinque Terre narrows to a width that turns most SUVs and saloons into liabilities within the first kilometre, laid out for mule tracks and fishing paths long before anyone imagined a car this size. The 595C treats it as routine, a passing space barely wider than itself handled without a second thought.
Leave Bari behind in the 695 Turismo , on Italy's southern Adriatic coast, and the road inland climbs fast into Basilicata, the rugged, sparsely-touristed region tucked into the arch of Italy's boot between Puglia and the Tyrrhenian coast. The route narrows past ravines the locals call gravine, limestone gorges cut deep enough that entire cave settlements have hidden inside them for thousands of years. The switchbacks weren't built for anything wider than what's already using them, farm trucks and the occasional local sedan, and the Brembo brakes bite hard and confident into every one of the tighter descents.
Matera itself makes its intentions clear the moment the Sassi come into view, thousands of cave dwellings stacked into the hillside like they grew there rather than being built, streets narrower than anything a modern car was designed to handle. Park at the edge and walk in, since driving any further simply isn't an option, the same restriction that's protected these lanes from traffic for longer than most European cities have existed.
Circle back out through the ravine roads as the light turns gold on the limestone, the leather seats holding you steady through the last of the switchbacks, the whole valley glowing amber in a way no photograph quite captures.
Spain's northern coast doesn't get the attention the south does, which is most of the appeal. Leave Oviedo behind, roof down in whichever Abarth you've chosen, and the roads climb fast into limestone foothills, green pasture giving way to switchback after switchback as the Picos de Europa rise jagged in the distance.
Cangas de Onís makes the natural stop, a medieval bridge arcing over the Río Sella below a town built for slow mornings rather than fast transit. Narrow lanes that would demand three-point turns from anything larger become a non-event here, whether it's the 595C 's manual gearbox or the 695 Turismo 's sharper brakes doing the work.
Continue toward the Covadonga lakes as the road thins further still, hairpins stacking toward high pasture where livestock outnumber cars most days of the year. A drive like this belongs to whichever Abarth you're in, the twisting road itself the destination, not an obstacle standing between two better ones.
These three routes only scratch the surface. Beyond Liguria, Basilicata, and Asturias, we deliver across Europe: the medieval lanes of southern France, or wherever your itinerary takes you. Wherever you want to arrive, we'll get the right Abarth to you.
Plenty of clients don't book an Abarth on its own. They pair it with something louder already in this fleet: the 595C or 695 Turismo for the daytime errands, the tight city-centre parking, the streets an exotic would rather avoid entirely, then switch into the louder car once the sun goes down and the roads open up. Two very different jobs, same trip.
The 595C is Abarth stripped to its essentials: a canvas roof that folds back in seconds, and 165 hp doing everything the badge has ever needed to do. Nothing here is dressed up. It's the same giant-killing formula Carlo Abarth built the company on, delivered with as little filtered out as a modern convertible allows.
The 695 Turismo takes that same formula and adds the parts the 595C leaves out: 180 hp, the most Abarth has ever put in a Turismo, Brembo brakes, and a cabin trimmed in leather and Alcantara instead of bare metal and plastic. Book the 595C for the badge in its rawest form, or the 695 Turismo for the same reputation with somewhere comfortable to sit while you earn it.
We ask for drivers between 25 and 70 years old, holding a full license for at least three years, plus a valid passport. If your license was issued outside the EU, bring an International Driving Permit along as well.
Wherever the trip calls for it: the airport, your hotel, or a private address anywhere in Europe. Let us know the location and we'll take care of the logistics around it.
Every Abarth in our fleet carries full comprehensive insurance. Our team will walk you through exactly what's covered and what deposit applies before you set off.
Yes, one-way rentals are available across our European network, so the trip doesn't have to end where it started. Distance-based fees may apply, so just ask when you book.
Carlo Abarth spent nearly eight decades proving that a small, unassuming car could out-perform manufacturers many times its size and budget, on hillclimbs and circuits across Europe long before most of today's marques looked anything like they do now. That reputation was earned through genuine performance, not badge value, and it's the same standard every car in our fleet is held to. Both the 595C and 695 Turismo carry that legacy forward, proof that staying power matters here as much as horsepower.
Get in touch with our team to choose your Abarth and get a tailored quote for the trip ahead.