the magic of the brera s
having deliberated for years over which brera to buy, i plumped for the s, mainly 'cos the deal was too good to miss.
however, over the last few weeks i have been mostly doing low speed, city journeys.
the combination of fierce ride and southampton's pot holes had gradually sapped my enthusiasm, i was even questioning the wisdom of buying the car.
fast forward to bank holiday monday. a friend had suggested doing a walk around bridport in dorset. reluctantly i agreed it was my turn to drive.
the day dawned. it couldn't get much worse. peasouper fog had descended. that plus the threat of bank holiday traffic meant i was not looking forward to the drive.
then as we started off, the sun started to break through. the car seemed to hum and be eager to push on.
traffic was heavy in the opposite direction. by wimborne it was at a standstill.
schadenfreude set in. such a lovely feeling sailing past an almight traffic jam.
we get to bridport. young lad walks past car 'nice motor mate'. my friend is unused to the alfa magic. i try to look modest.
fantastic walk, beautiful views plus amazing tea shop. the sort of day when you appreciate what the uk has to offer.
back to car at 17.00. bridport by pass is at a worse standstill than before. so head further westwards to lyme regis.
park up. car full of boy racers screams over. 'great looking car'.
i again try to look modest and bashful, but probably came across as smug.
we left lyme at 20.00, sailed eastwards back to southampton, traffic had vanished.
so from hate to love, the king of the a roads, grand tourer with style.
and for once, a really nice bank holiday monday.