Well, I guess there's no such thing as a free lunch but...
Almost to the date nine years ago I was working home, which was quite unusual for me those days.
I had since 1984 become a real Alfa fan owning and restoring several Bertone-coupes, Giulias, GTV and so on. At that time, 2001, I was owning a 164 3.0 (-89), 2 Giulia Super (-66 and -67) and a GTV-6 racecar and on my wishlist was to someday own a Giulietta and a Montreal. So, when the mail woman brought the Swedish Alfa Romeo Car Club magazine (Klöverbladet = Cloverleaf magazine, actually the name is a play with words since "bladet" in Swedish means both leaf and magazine...) that day I had no problem to set aside work at once and focus on something more fun... like Alfas.
When I eventually reached the ads, my eyes focused in on an small ad for a Giulietta Sprint. It said: Giulietta Sprint Veloce -60 bortskänkes (bortskänkes = give away for free).
This was not the ordinary ad!?!
Of course, I thought that there must be a catch or prank, but what the heck, I had to call. I wanted a Sprint and there was still some space in my 130m2 workshop and 160m2 barn.
"It,s my brothers car" said the voice on the phone. "He gave up the restoration, sold all the parts, but the body got left here...yeah, and a small box with parts he forgot to send". "No, there are no doors or hoods or anything else... the front fenders have been cut off and sold too"."Yes, you can come on Saturday and collect it.... yes, its for free".
So, on Saturday the 17 March 2001 me and my then four year old daughter Sofia got into the car with a trailer connected and drove the 140 or so km to the outskirts of Växjö. The home of the car owners brother was outside Växjö in a forrest clearing... and just on the border to the forrest the beauty was laying, and actually partly covered, in snow. Beauty... well she was a rather sad sight, stripped, with the front outer and inner fenders cut off, the paint partly scrapped and unprotected and with some deep dents in the roof and rear fenders. Fortunatelly, she hadn't spent too much time out there so there was still hope. Anyway we went back inside, had some coffee and icecream and spent some time with the very friendly young family. Of course we bad-mouthed the other brother substantially.
Eventually I signed the papers, put Sofia in the car, and with the Giulietta on the trailer (without getting stuck on the snoowy clearing) drove the 140 km home.
I felt happy!