Welcome to the second in our article series The Womanly Art of Alfa, by Eliza Fayle. Eliza owns an Alfa; it is red. If you want details, you will need to speak to her resident mechanic and Alfisti, Marc. You can also find her at Drib(bles) & Drab(bles).
One of my favourite nursery rhymes as a child was I Met A Man From St. Ives.
As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. Each wife had seven sacks. Each sack had seven cats. Each cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, how many were there going to St. Ives?
I have discovered that having a conversation with an Alfisti about his cars is like the riddle in this nursery rhyme. I submit as an example a recent discussion with Alfisti Hubby. Names and details have been changed to protect the
not so innocent.
Hubby: So, I spoke to Bob and he wants an Alfa.
Me: So, you are selling him our red one?
Hubby: No, Sam wants that one. Bob wants to make a trade with his black one. If we had the space I would take him up on that.
Me: But if you trade our red one for his black one you will have the room.
Hubby: He doesn’t want a red one.
Me: Well what about the yellow one?
Hubby: No, I’m keeping that.
Me: But you were selling it to pay for the other yellow one.
Hubby: Now I am selling the red one, to Sam.
Me: I am so confused.
Hubby: I am keeping the blue one to restore, keeping the yellow one to restore after the blue one, keeping the other yellow one as our daily driver, and selling the red one to Sam.
Me: Okay, I think I have it now.
Hubby: Oh, and contacting Sam to see if he wants to trade with Bob.
As I stood in confusion, I talked to a man with seven friends. Each friend had seven Alfas. Each Alfa had seven sellers. Each seller had seven buyers. Buyers, sellers, Alfas and friends, is it any wonder I stood in confusion?
~ Eliza, Alfisti Spouse