That’s my Alfa Romeo Spider. It’s a classic — 25 years old this year. Now it’s time for the Alfa to meet its omega. We’re at the end of the line when it comes to garage space, and so I’m going to sell this little guy to make room for a car for Matt. (It’s not a safe car for a 17-year-old driver. I want him protected by air bags while he’s driving.) The Alfa has been a fun car, and this is one of the few pictures I have of it. Cute little Italian model.
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WANT! How much are you asking for it, Frank?
If I had any disposable dough, I'd arm-wrestle Mark for this beauty. I have had separation anxiety ever since I had to sell my black Alfa some years ago. It's my absolute favorite car. Wait- to call it a car cheapens it; it's art.
How funny…I was just gonna put it on eBay…honestly, I haven't even thought of it. The car's in really good shape…rebuilt the top half of the engine, got a custom exhaust made for it last year, new Pirellis, etc. I am still working on the interior. The top is new and super clean. Hmmm…are you serious?
How funny…I do love that little car, although I'm not sure I'd want to go cross country in it. It is an Italian piece of art…made by your people!
There was a time I would have jumped in the bidding war for this car myself. I used to love these things.
What a Dad.
Well, I didn't teach him to whittle, so I'm assuaging my guilt by selling a car that I really love so that he can drive a safe car. Does that balance?
It's a funny car…it's emotional…I guess it's because it's Italian…as Ms Information says, it's art. How funny…I had that same feeling when I got it and when I look at it in the garage.
no assuaging! hurry up and teach the kid to whittle so you can keep the car!
John, that might end up being a good plan. I am getting anxiety about this…bummer.
I would jump on the “i'll buy it” bandwagon, but I need to first check with my tailor and mechanic and see if they can let the seat out a bit.
Surprisingly, the seats are fine. It's that long distance down to them that's a challenge for me. Gravity is my friend on the way in — and it's like sitting on the road — but on the way out? I don't look like an Italian playboy hopping out…more like Tippy the Turtle.
Hey Frank, old buddy, old pal … how about if I “borrow” this from you for say, oh about a year, so I can have a proper mid-life crisis.
You know, tooling around town in a classic, red sportster … just leave the keys under the mat, I’ll be over tonight to pick up!
Pax, my friend, you bet. I mean, this baby is Italian, and you could shuttle Mama Romano around when you’re not out carousing. Keys are under that mat.
Hey Frank, old buddy, old pal … how about if I “borrow” this from you for say, oh about a year, so I can have a proper mid-life crisis.
You know, tooling around town in a classic, red sportster … just leave the keys under the mat, I'll be over tonight to pick up!
Pax, my friend, you bet. I mean, this baby is Italian, and you could shuttle Mama Romano around when you're not out carousing. Keys are under that mat.
What a great car Frank
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