Earlier this week, enjoying one of the few pleasures left in life, I went out for an early evening run. The sun was low and directly in front of me, so when the car appeared at the end of the straight ahead I could only discern its outline. The shape looked familiar yet utterly unexpected at the same time, like suddenly chancing across an old friend you’ve not seen in decades. Could it possibly be? Yes it was. An Alfetta. I almost stumbled into the bushes in surprise.
The Alfetta should be remembered, but it might not be – Thank Frankel it’s Friday
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