I made two round trips to Jefferson, Oregon last week.
That’s where “Hooligan Racing,” Bill Gillham’s restoration shop, is located — 63 miles south of Portland.
I’ve been taking Alfas to Gillham for over 30 years, my first being the ex-Ivan Zaremba 1967 Duetto owned by my college friend Arthur Levy.
When Arthur was deciding on a car to drive from San Francisco to law school on the East Coast, we looked at the Duetto and at a Lancia Aurelia convertible. They were both priced the same, around $2,000. Arthur Read More
I’ve bought and sold a lot of cars over the years.
They tended to come in bunches. There was an MG period, then a Porsche period, then a Rover period and so on.
Some more-disciplined collectors have a linear approach. For example, having one car of each year of Corvette production.
That’s never appealed to me.
My guiding principal has always seemed to be, “It’s red, I’ve never owned one and I can afford it.”
What I call the “stray Read More
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If location, location, location is the mantra for real estate, it’s the location, the cars and the people for car shows.
Seven years ago, when I was emcee at my first La Jolla concours, the show was called the La Jolla Motorcar Classic. It was a good event at that time, but it wasn’t quite ready to be a highly-ranked classic car event.
Under the leadership of concours chair Michael Dorvillier and his vice chair, Harry Clark, the event has Read More
On April 3, 1958 my Alfa Romeo Giulietta Sprint Veloce rolled off the assembly line. Six days later it was sold to a dealer in Switzerland. Its history is lost from then until about 30 years ago when it was found sitting, not running and with the nose punched in, at the side of the road in Southern California. It had a “For Sale” sign in the window.
Somehow it had crossed the Atlantic to the U.S; how and why Read More