[It's easy to forget about Alfa Romeo's Alfetta sedans until one is staring you in the face. Photo: A-R]
My dad had a red ‘75 sedan that we picked up from a dealership on Peninsula Boulevard in Five Towns (that’s Long Island). It immediately overheated on the Throgs Neck bridge, and then proceeded to disintegrate over the next 10 years. Yes, it lasted a whole decade. Shocking.
But during the time it was in one piece, the Alfetta was an amazing car. Some of my fondest memories are of my dad blasting Bach’s Harpsichord Concerto in D Minor on the 8 track while we carved up the Taconic State Parkway at what felt like 150 miles per hour, but was probably more like 70. My biggest regret is not at least trying to preserve that car, although that would have been impossible, considering how fragile it was. It was like a dinosaur egg.