The car works well and we are relaxed, but not for long. Just kilometres from Turin the charging lamp begins to flicker and suddenly goes full on. Dan and I are sweating. I feel a tiny drop of sweat running down my neck and finding unspeakable places. Small car, big men and spring heat is an interesting combination. We struggle through town and to the nearest gas station. I open the hood and caress the fuse box and voila! The light goes off. We have lost some instruments, but come on - after all it is an eighties Alfa.
Day two. Outside it is still grey and gloomy. The Alfa is not happy at all; she is running on three cylinders and smells of petrol. Even the exhaust warning alarm goes on when we drive out of the hotel garage. The signal lamps have stopped working but we decide to press on, towards Nurburgring and some friends. Maybe we drive to slow, because when we pass 120 km/h suddenly the Sprint gets an urge to go and finds the missing cylinder. Driving it flat out helps. We are greeted by Alfa fan Ron Simons at the Nurburg Ring. He loves these characterful Alfas as much as we do, and we think the Alfa love him too. Because now we find the button for the rear lamps and the engine is smooth. Nurburgring is a petrolheads dream, there are hot cars everywhere and sports exhaust and lowering is the rule not the exception. But the goal is Spa Francorchamps, we decide to drive there before it gets dark. The car struggles and almost stops on the inclines. We both agree now it is time to pull out the tools. Ours are non existent and in real life that means borrowing some tools from RSR Spa. After some trouble finding our hotel we end up in the bar at hotel De La Source with Frédéric Mayeur and Konstantinos Zannos. Two hard core motorsport fans with great humour. A few beers and a Belgium steak later we are fast asleep. The morning is spent in RSR Spa´s workshop. The fuel filter is full of dirt and we clean this and adjust the carburators. The cars sounds right and we park it for the day.
Dan are you ready?