My love affair with sports cars began in the early ‘60s when there would be road rallies around Roosevelt Field on Sundays (in those days there was no such thing as a store open on a Sunday), and my older brother Ron would race his MGA. Then in 1974 when I was 17, Ron made a deal with me. He had moved into the city and his 1968 Corvette Sting Ray was sitting in the garage doing nothing, so he said if I passed my road test on the first try he would sell me the car for $1000 if he hadn’t sold it. Out of all my friends, I was the only one who passed on the first try, but two days earlier he sold it for $3500. From that point on I passed through five VWs, a Vega (worst car ever made) a Honda, two Volvos, a Suburu, and Audi and a Benz, but until 2005 I never came close to my roadster. By that time I had studied the subject extensively and my accumulated knowledge of cars and life itself led me to the realization that Italian sports cars were far and away the best sports cars ever made, and that the Alfa was the original sports car.
I love my wife, I love my kids, but I ADORE my 1991 Alfa Romeo Spider Veloce. Moreover, as much as my car gives me a lot of pleasure, I have to say that the best part of owning it is the chance I have had to meet a great bunch of people in the NYAROC. They are fun to be around, are all gear heads, and best of all, they laugh at all my jokes.
