So you did it. You went out on an impulse and bought yourself a classic car. Well, I did at least. A couple grand and several injuries later I’m having a blast, fearing for my life and wondering if I can make it down the street when it’s 90 degrees out and there’s beach traffic.
I can’t, sadly. A fan is one more thing on the list of things to fix/upgrade on my ’74 Alfa Romeo Spider. It is a gorgeous little red Italian convertible, known for its beauty and pain it brings to the owner. But it runs, and is surprisingly reliable – really strange for an Italian car. The hosts of ‘Top Gear’ say something along the lines of how you can’t really be a car enthusiast unless you’ve owned an Alfa. My Alfa is beautiful but finicky, and thanks to some personal improvements, it’s haphazardly “me” appropriate.
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