With it's noisy vibrating engine and a Weber carb that would allow the fuel needle and seat to back out and let the engine starve for fuel and die just about anywhere.
Torque steering that was so bad you had to steer right to go straight every time you pulled out.
Wiring by the tempermental and always drunk Luigi who only would work with red and white wire that was cut into 40 foot sections no matter if only a foot was needed. The excess was wrapped around stuff and then made into a ball.
Then there was the body. The finest recycled tin cans rolled to exquisite thinness by the best pastry chefs in Italy guaranteeing the the Strada's D ring door handles would rot off and come loose in your hands when you opened the doors.
I demand a recount and reparations.