Yesterday I pulled the battery off of the battery tender in the basement, installed it, made my useful prayer to the Alfa Gods and fired up my '73 Spider to awaken her from her winter slumber. After a few cranks (the Performatek gear reduction starter was one of the best purchases I ever made) she came to life. After 45 years of ownership she still makes me smile (I drove her off of the Alfa dealer's lot brand new on 31 January 1974). After putting on about 20 miles to blow the cobwebs out and stopping at a couple of stores (the photo is in the local Kroger parking lot) I parked her back in the garage. Later that night, when I walked out into the garage to take the trash to the curb, I was hit by that old car hot oil and unburned hydrocarbon smell that immediately takes one back to many years of living with old sports cars. I had to stop and breathe it in. Of course, the State of California would probably say it’s a carcinogen but what the hell.