My first glimpse of a 1971 Alfa Romeo GTV was 22 years ago, in a junkyard, and the sight was not far enough away from what I see right now in my garage. Some friends and I had made the trip across town to the only junkyard we knew of that had a supply of foreign cars. I was looking for a piece of bumper trim for my Alfa Spider, and my friend was looking for a Scirocco door handle. My experience with Alfa coupes was limited to the then current Alfetta GT, to which I found my convertible preferable. But there in the junkyard I saw the shell of a proper GTV, and I knew that as good as the Italians were with a convertible, they could do even more given a top to work with.
There are lots of things I’m looking forward to in Oregon. Good old friends, the fresh smell of fir forests, and favorite Thai restaurants all await our arrival, as does a healthy VW support network and my most trusted mechanic. But there’s one thing about Oregon that I’ve not been looking forward to while driving these 5,000 miles across eleven states. That thing is the state law that prohibits motorists from pumping their own gasoline.
Drivers of classic cars, be they just motoring on a Sunday afternoon or navigating across the country, know the thrill of passing someone piloting the same classic car. There is an instant sense of community in owning and loving an old car, and while it’s nice to feel like you’re doing something unique, it’s also nice to know you’re not alone.
Here is the first big difference between a road trip in a new car and a road trip in an old car: Preparation. In a new car, maybe you have the oil changed a few days before you leave.
The first ever Cars That Matter vehicle is now officially on the road.
Next week, the first ever Smokey and the Bandit run will start in Texarkana, Texas and roll into Atlanta, Georgia three days later.
I will be there.