Well, although this is not directly related to my car being Italian, I thought I'd share with you the joys (...) that my last week of owning a car has brought me.
I live in a suburb outside Bergen, Norway's second-largest city. Late Friday night, when I got back from work, there were no free parking spaces by my building, so I parked the car across the street, outside a nursery home. It was the only car there, which probably made it a big mistake to park there.
When I was leaving for work on Saturday, I noticed that the right-hand-side wing mirror was set at an awkward angle. When I stepped outside to check, I discovered that sometime during the night, somebody had broken it almost clean off the car. Now, there was no parking space to the right of my car, just a curb, so it was obvious that some other car hadn't hit it by accident - it was done on purpose, by hand. I called an Alfa dealer in Oslo to find out how much a new mirror would set me back - and was told that for no obvious reason, it was horribly expensive: The mirror and housing alone cost 3500 kroner (more than $500, about £330 or €400), excluding the fitting. My insurance company told me (no surprise there) that I would have to pay NOK 4000 (just short of $600, about £375 or €470) to have them "cover it".
So I got hold of a used one from Denmark. $170, including shipping. Cheaper, but it's blue and my car is green, so I'm going to have to get it painted... and fitted, of course. All because of some punk from my neighbourhood.
Then last night I went to a local garage to swap to winter tyres. As I drove onto the hydraulic jack I heard a
bang, but thought no more of it... until this morning, when the clutch pedal went straight to the floor. I'm assuming that some tube or pipe ruptured, letting the hydraulic fluid seep out during the night, leaving me with no chance to change gears. Which is a problem if you own a car with manual transmission. So now the car has been transported to a garage. I'll find out on Thursday or Friday how much this will cost me.
Luckily, my 35-year-old Fiat, which has been left unused outside in the rain and cold temperatures for over a month, needed almost no persuasion to start. So I'll probably be using that as a daily driver until I get the Alfa back. I've never driven it as late as November before, but as the sun was shining today, I had a nice trip into town with the roof off, in 4-5 degrees C. Made some people look