As you can imagine, my feelings about the Alfa are the strongest. Seeing the car elicits an amalgam of memories, including the white ’67 that I put 45,000 miles on during my junior and senior years of college, commuting between my home town of San Francisco and Reed College in Portland.
This Alfa is a mess. It has been repainted once, a long time ago and badly, which takes it out of the running for “survivor” status. The interior is not terrible—the unattractive but functional non-factory hard top has kept it from rotting from the inside out.
The rockers are exfoliating, and who knows how the floors are. The car has been hit front and rear.
And I have no idea how it runs and drives. But if the exterior is any clue, “not very well” would be my guess.
The only redeeming value I see in the car would be making it into an SCM “rat rod” – getting the mechanicals sorted, the suspension redone and the interior freshened, but leaving the “Mad Max” exterior exactly as it is. The “anti-concours” Alfa.
When the car moved recently, I couldn’t help myself and put a note on the windshield asking the owner to contact me. Luckily, perhaps, he has not responded.
Really, I have no need or no use for this Alfa; it’s easily $25,000 away from being a nice car, and nice Duettos can be bought for less.
So here’s my question to you. Are there really any reasons to pursue this Alfa? Or should I just sit and watch it slowly disintegrate, as I have for the past fifteen years? Let me know what you think in the comments below.