I’ve always loved German cars.
The engineering, the build quality and the dependability, yet they also have a simmering Teutonic passion I can relate to.
My first car was a VW Beetle 1200 ‘Jeans’ edition with denim seats. I loved that car so much I used to sit in it on the drive just admiring the painted dash.
Then there was a beautiful 1973 Turkis blue BMW 2002tii.
I had it restored by Jaymic in Norfolk in the ’90s, but leaving it parked outside took its toll, and I realised it had to go.
I still search the internet for that car – I know it’s out there, but where? (Note to self, time to send in an appeal for the ‘Look familiar’ section of C&SC.)
So how come I ended up with a 1965 Alfa Romeo Giulia Sprint GT?