“So, it’s an Alfa Romeo?” My uncle looked suspiciously at the badge. “Yep,” I replied, failing to hide my pride.
It was 1985, I was 21 and I owned a 1979 Alfasud 1.5 Super in Posillipo blue (I learned the colour very early on, along with the cost of body filler).
Two engines, £1000 in parts and less than a year later I found myself back on the bus to work. There, my love affair with Alfas appeared to have ended.
Spool forward 35 years, after an XR2, a BMW, a Nissan 200SX, a Saab cabrio, a Mitsubishi Galant and several far more forgettable others, and I was at it again.
A dear friend had passed away and left me an inheritance. She had died young so, full of feelings of ‘life’s too short’, I took the plunge.
The Alfa Romeo Spider had often caught my eye over the years but I’d managed to resist, until I saw a Series 1 project for sale at a good price.
“Yes, it’s a 1967 car with a1975 registration – it was imported to the UK later and that’s what the DVLA did back then,” the seller had told me.
All of the engine, chassis and registration numbers matched those on the V5C, so what could possibly go wrong?