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When I was born, my parents had an awesome Red '67 Alfa Romeo "Duetto". For those not familiar:
I was the first son and that was their daily driver. My dad had imported it himself from Milan, Italy. When he got it here, he had a custom hard top made for it and then he made a "crib" behind the seats so that I could ride in it. So I spent three of the first years of my life riding around in a loud, smelly, leaded, Alfa Romeo. I think that's how I got the car bug. One day, a Lincoln in a panic back up manouver at a red light, reversed istelf right up over the top of the Alfa until it's rear wheels were jacked up off the ground and were about even with the front of the windshield. The car was pretty much destroyed. It was fixed, painted silver, and sold. We still have photos somewhere. Next car was an Alfa Romeo Berlina (sedan) that had room for my new brother.