The artist who races, restorations, Alfa postcards,
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We jumped in Mr. Peabody’s Wayback Machine to find this black & white shot of me and the ’59 Giulietta in Yosemite National Park, California, circa 1967. (Historical note: I used a Rocky & Bullwinkle reference here.)
Below is another of the Giulietta Spider. Unfortunately, it’s the only interior shot I have. Love the very sharp turquoise indoor-outdoor carpet. This is a poor college boy interior and it shows.
The GTC levitating over the ’71 Spider I built for our daughter from a stripped shell.
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In the driveway is the stripped down GTC that preceded the Spider and ’67 GTV, which were to be its parts cars.
Son Ted’s Milano looked rather large and modern parked ahead of my GTV. Both look tiny next to a very tall story-and-a-half Craftsman house.
Ted’s Milano went away and, a while later, feeling Alfa loss, he bought an Alfetta. Why? I don’t know. Who can explain the actions of youth? I thought we’d done a good job of raising him. He still had the Alfetta when he married. On that day, he and his wedding party posed in the driveway, giving it a push. It seemed like an appropriate photo.
A few years later, we were still living in our wonderful 1903 Craftsman home in SillyCon Valley, when son Ted bought a 1974 GTV. We posed them at the curb. His is on the left. Mine is … the other one.
Below: Admiring the view on Yosemite’s Tioga Pass, circa 1998, when the 1967 GTV was still BMW Baltic Blue. I never realized how small the GTV is until I saw my 6′ self next to it in this picture. The bottom photo is on Highway 395, on the east side of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, heading home from fishing at several favorite streams and lakes in the area.