Daya - newbie owner and member
Well - after two spectacular accidents involving blind drivers who couldn't see not one, but two bright yellow Fiat Puntos, I have finally dipped my toe into the Alfa Romeo driving pool.
As an impressionable teenager, when my older boyfriend got his first 156 it was true love. The lines, the curves, the seat, the pure Italian passion of the car. I think I loved his car more than I loved him. A true petrolhead, I was raised by petrolheads, and surrounded by them. Here was my chance to rebel at last.
No rigid, stern, reliable German motors for me - no, it had to be Italian. I was drawn in as easily as I was by that Italian waiter on my first girls holiday... I had to own an Alfa.
My father and brother were horrified. My father drives a Mercedes, my brother a Volkwagen. Even my mother drives a Smart. How dare I venture to the 'Dark' Side.
I relented, and when choosing my new car went for a Fiat instead - a 1.2 Active Sport I had for 18 months before that fateful Monday morning in March when a 18 year old in a Seat Ibiza discovered his reactions weren't as good as he first thought. My Yellow Punto, despite minimal external damage was no more. Deceased. An ex Punto. Rear ended on the A38.
I managed to get a replacement one at auction. A 1.2 again, but this time the six speed Sporting. It would do.
I had it for eleven days before someone drove into the back of that one.
Once the cast came off my leg I had to make a decision. For one thing, I was scared about getting onto the road again, convinced everyone was going to kill me. The Renault Clio hire car I was driving did nothing to reassure me.
Salvation came from an unlikely place. A friend's cousin was selling his car. A 147. 2001. 1.6 in red. Black interior. Some body damage but nothing major.
It was love. I picked it up last week after some expert bargaining.
It's taken seven years to get my Alfa but finally, it's here.
My dad tried to talk me out of it - quoting the usual guff about unreliabilty etc. Even he whistled through his teeth when he saw it. He declared it 'a good buy'. My brother on the other hand still isn't talking to me. Our family can be very petty and expert at holding a grudge. Part of me is still convinced that there is an element of jealousy there - hidden beneath the tales of woe. That he hasn't the courage to take a risk.
So, apologies for a long introduction. These forums are going to be a life saver, I can see.
It took a while.