All I had left to address was the 2nd gear synchro, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to fix that last trace of Alfa idiosyncrasy. Nearly two years into the most involving, frustrating and absorbing auto ownership experience in my 25 years, I lost my Alfa, my garage, and with them, my GTI and two of my brother’s cars.
I will be perfectly clear. Alfas are reliable; neglected cars are not.
I had purchased a neglected 1989 Alfa Romeo Milano Verde two summers prior to bridge the gap between the BMW e30 I owned at the time, and the Ferrari 308 that I knew I shouldn’t buy. The practical exotic. 4 doors and a Busso V6 with an exhaust note that could embarrass any fuel-injected 80s Ferrari V8. A useable trunk and a rear-mounted transaxle with inboard mounted brake rotors. Room for human beings and a torsion bar front, DeDion rear suspension. And, under 3k RPM, you’d be hard pressed to turn any heads in traffic.