Je suis l'dauphin
d'la place Dauphine
AO Platinum Member
Join Date: Apr 2005
In the sixties, as a kid, (yes, I am that old) I saw a Giulia Super, dark blue, parked under the trees in Carouge (Geneva suburb) on a sunny day and I said to myself: "One day, I'll drive an Alfa".
Those were the days Alfa Romeo was pronounced with the same sort of respect and in the same breath with Maserati, Ferrari and the likes of them.
Roll on the years and in the early years of this century, there was the 156 Sportwagon, followed by a GT, now a Mito as the long-haul, run of the mill runs.
When I had to choose a second car to run next to the Mito, I knew it had to be a ragtop. And affordable. And have a Busso. And be more modern than the boat tail.
916 - here we come.
Don't ever try to understand women.
Women understand each other, and they hate each-other.
B'dum tsch ®