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An international<br />
driving odyssey<br />
By Jack Juhasz<br />
It was Wednesday already and we<br />
were both shaking our heads. The<br />
1969 Alfa Romeo Spider, our<br />
proposed means of transportation for a<br />
1600mi. driving safari to begin on<br />
Thursday, was still in the shop, coughing<br />
and wheezing worse then ever. The<br />
engine, s<strong>it</strong>ting in a freshly restored<br />
automobile, was <strong>it</strong>self completely rebuilt<br />
and had about one and a half hours<br />
running time on <strong>it</strong>.<br />
Said trip was to be from Toronto,<br />
through New York C<strong>it</strong>y, to Philadelphia;<br />
an estimated II-hour odyssey to the<br />
Fairmount Park Vintage Car Festival in<br />
Philadelphia, via the Big Apple <strong>it</strong>self, and<br />
back to Toronto.<br />
The simplistic idea of taking a car to a<br />
mechanic for some fine tuning of<br />
carburetors was fading quickly. Then<br />
again, I'd never owned an Italian car w<strong>it</strong>h<br />
Webers before. The latest report I had<br />
was that the carbs weren't responding<br />
properly to the adjustments and that they<br />
probably needed to be rebuilt. A long<br />
distance call to the previous owner<br />
confirmed the invoice and Visa slip for<br />
$283 in my hand-they really didn't need<br />
to be rebuilt.<br />
Deciding not to phone the mechanic<br />
back to tell him he was wrong (that's<br />
about as smart as sending back a burger<br />
to a tattoo-laden short-order cook in a<br />
greasy roadside diner-you're sure to get<br />
<strong>it</strong> back w<strong>it</strong>h everything on <strong>it</strong>), I opted to<br />
exercise diplomatic tactics.<br />
After some theory-swapping, we<br />
decided a "leak-down" test would prove<br />
the engine's worth. Six eyes were glued to<br />
the compression gauge during the test of<br />
the last cylinder (I wear glasses), after<br />
which a sigh of relief indicated this was,<br />
thankfully, not the problem.<br />
Ideas Junked<br />
In one last-d<strong>it</strong>ch effort, I went through<br />
everything I could think of and by<br />
midnight the garage resembled Kuwa<strong>it</strong><br />
C<strong>it</strong>y w<strong>it</strong>h all the tools out of the box and<br />
most of them imbedded in the walls.<br />
Judging by the look of the Haynes manual<br />
16 <strong>ALFA</strong> OWNER<br />
on Weber carburetors I was using as<br />
home plate, I'd walked every idea I had.<br />
Helpless and weeping I went off to bed.<br />
By Thursday at 1 p.m., the car hadn't<br />
moved. I was in the office and Ian, my<br />
life-long auto enthusiast-colleague,<br />
sympathizer and co-pilot, was stuck in<br />
traffic trying to get back to Toronto. He<br />
phoned me to tell me we may have to<br />
delay our departure an hour.<br />
After 10 minutes of discussing how<br />
much fun the trip was going to be, I tried<br />
to approach the topic at the forefront of<br />
both our minds: The engine was running<br />
like <strong>it</strong> had stones in <strong>it</strong>s shoes. It was a<br />
vehicle bought on a 1000percent emotional<br />
decision and we'd driven <strong>it</strong> a grand total<br />
of 20 miles to a mechanic who couldn't<br />
get <strong>it</strong> to run any better.<br />
While I was trying to convince Ian that<br />
both of us were unstable people, perhaps<br />
in neeed of professional help, he was<br />
babbling something about spark plugs.<br />
No, I suppose <strong>it</strong> couldn't hurt to replace<br />
them. Yes, they were the only things in<br />
the engine that hadn't been replaced.<br />
I made <strong>it</strong> back to the house first and<br />
just stood in the garage shaking my head.<br />
Ian arrived and handed over four new<br />
spark plugs, along w<strong>it</strong>h a receipt for $46!<br />
"They recommended that we use<br />
Golden Lodge plugs. No one knew for<br />
sure if the valves would clear regular<br />
single electrode plugs," Ian said. I started<br />
getting dizzy. "Cheer up, old boy," he<br />
continued, "the tax is included."<br />
I was just coming to as Ian turned in<br />
the last new plug; he turned the key and<br />
the engine came to life. The new exhaust<br />
note yanked our mouths open and left OUf<br />
jaws hanging. A couple of stabs at the gas<br />
pedal and <strong>it</strong> actually responded!<br />
We weren't about to ask any questions.<br />
We quickly packed the car (mostly w<strong>it</strong>h