Last night, I stopped at the gas station by my house to grab a drink. There were a group of sport bikers there who were refueling after a run on The Tail of the Dragon. I noticed the Alfa had caught their attention. I stepped out fully prepared for the normal barrage of questions/compliments. So you can imagine my shock when I hear, "Need a parts car?"
This was unbelievable! Another running 95 LS had just showed up in what was basically my backyard. With only 414 imported, what are the chances, especially 18 years later in rural TN?
The next day, my father and I went together to check it out. It was everything he said it was and more. With the help of a couple jumper wires, the 24v Busso V6 roared to life for the first time in over six months, sending a throaty rumble through the stainless Stebro exhaust. I was in love!
We had fully intended on driving it the 25-30 miles home even though the seller greatly advised against it. The rear glass was broken and apparently the front wheels tend to fly off while your driving.
But honey badger don't care.
So I got in one Alfa and my Dad in the other.
So am I writing this from a hospital waiting room or ICU? No. We didn't have a single problem, not one. My lifelong curse had been broken. It was the first car ever to make it home under its own power! It nearly brought a tear to my eye. Hallelujah!!!
PS: I have to give a shout out to the seller. He was honestly one of the best people I've ever met. Thanks for everything!