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07-16-2007, 09:54 PM
Hey all!

Some of you know I'm currently out of the loop because I'm making a long roadtrip with my friend Pierce from New Haven, connecticut to Grant's pass Oregon, and back, with my old little italian car. I thought it'd be fun to share a little of that trip with you, LW whackos and friends... so here it is (warning, long read to come)...

I promise it gets juicier the further the trip goes...

July 7th I set out for my trip across the large mass of land known as the United States of America in my '83 Alfa Romeo Alfetta GTV6. A car I've owned and loved for ages. I have wanted to do this for years, and finally I had the time and a little money to do it. The car was shipped over from the Netherlands (my home country) two years ago, as I'm studying in the US, and now is going to see, after seeing the whole of Europe, the whole of the USA.

The objective is to attend two funeral ceremonies in Nebraska for my travel partner and good friend Pierce's father, and scatter his ashes according to his will, and then reach a wedding in Brent's pass Oregon on the 20th of July, while leaving New Haven, Connecticut on the 7th. Here's some little stories about the trip, and I'll update this page regularly while we're under way. Perhaps even some photos when I get the chance (whee!).

The car has received some attention, I've put in relays for the headlights and wipers to give them some boost, and the engine was replaced by Alfa Imports in Queens after the old one hit the 350.000 mile mark and started smoking a little (brilliant engine, thanks for all the fun, dear little one). The new 3.0 with S-pistons engine has proved to be powerful and smooth but problematic with its cooling system (overheating, overpressurising), but this was (hopefully) fixed by replacing the head gaskets. Also the horn doesn't work well after a recent repair of the steering knuckle at Alfa Imports. We still have not been able to determine the intermittent operation.

If anyone is on the way and would give us a little technical assistance, I'd love to hear from you. We're stopping in toledo, Chicago, Sioux City, O' Neil Nebraska, Blair Nebraska, Denver, Portland, San Francisco and somewhere in Brent's Pass, Oregon. After this I go back, but I don't know how yet. I'd like to visit Newtek, but that is perhaps to hot for me, ebing from northern europe and all.

New Haven -> Toledo
Picking up my travel mate Pierce in Toledo, and it was a good solid and fast drive, mostly over 80. No technical problems so far, but during pile ups the water temperature gauge went dangerously close to the right. No warning lights so far, but I hope it will not go any further. It wasn't so terribly hot yet... It was a fun drive and only had a few road-idiots to growl at, and of course they had new york plates, so what do you expect. Arrived in Toledo well after 12 hours or so, and in time for dinner at a Japanese bistro in Perrysburg. Spent a few days here with the chipmunks in the back yard. I had never seen a chipmunk before! Or Racoons... they're so cute.

Toledo -> chicago
20 minutes into the drive and we had a blowout of the left front tire on the interstate. It tore of the left side skirt, which was unfortunately not damaged but the little plastic clips are broken so I can't put it on again. I had fantastic Bridgestone Potenza RE720's on there and they were in great shape. Using the jack that has never been used in its life we got it up next to the trucks that were speeding past at 70 mile per hour. Not so pleasant. The tire was entirely torn off so no repair possible. Got on the spare, which was a bit soft, and subsequently spent two hours hunting for a tire place. We could only find Wal-Mart (the 4th largest trading partner of China, thank you), and the best they had were Goodyear American Eagle H2's. We got them put on and I was limping the rest of the day because of kicking the jack too hard to get it in the stubborn jack-slot under the car.
Drove on to Chicago, and have to say these tires are awful. They look ugly compared to the Bridgestones, they're bigger eventhough the size was the same, so they rub the skirt at certain steering angles something awful, they are side wind sensitive, noisy and ... they look awful!
But, we're on the road again... kind of. In chicago traffic in the midle of the day they temperature went up very high again (no overheating though) and after walking around in the wonderful city, seeing some great buildings (we're both architects), we got back in the parking garage to find all the coolant lying on the floor on the garage, and an angry mexican parking attendant. Reasonably uncomfortable situation. So, I threw in some coolant I had in the back, and got the hell out of there. I put on another coolant cap I had of an earlier incident which is higher rated (13 PSI) than the old one (11 PSI) and that might just save us some bottles of coolant. Still have to talk to Joe of Alfa Imports about this when we got back.
We stayed in the Holiday Inn at the edge of town, where we found a hotelroom where someone had slept in the bed and smoked some cigarettes before us... so we got the room for almost nothing. Nothing beats cheap when you're a student :)

Chicago -> O'Neil, Nebraska
O'Neil is our first funeral spot, but it's 14 hours away, so we decide to go and visit the IIt campus in chicago before setting off, and staying over somewhere under way. Meanwhile the horn stops working entirely, which I relate to a recently replaced steering knuckle, that expands when hot. We're taking Highway 20 instead of Interstate 80, because it's a far prettier drive. We roll through small towns over hills and have glorious views over corn fields and soy crops. The car feels good and is happy with these small windy roads and to do the occasional overtake of a big rig. This is really starting to feel like a proper road trip, and we drive deep into the night listening to an audio book of Bill Bryson's A Short History of Everything and some bluegrass music. We have dinner in a great little town called Galena, where they have a tin soldiers store and a store specifically for hot sauce. Seriously. This town feels like France, with tourists.

At 2 am we stop in the middle of nowhere and stare at the beautiful night sky, something not visible in metropolitan areas. I try to take some pictures with my bronica film camera, but I'm sure that's a but of a futile exercise... shutter time 3 minutes... whoohoo.
We het pulled over twice in a row in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere by state troopers, because I have yellow headlights (for driving in france). Get a warning, and some hassle, but also get a speeding ticket added to that, so today is all about police officers I guess. They're a whole lot nicer than in connecticut though, where they always seems angry enough to jam their flash light into your eyesocket if you forget to send them flowers.
We crash at a motel in sioux city, exhausted.

The next day we go towards O'Neil, and we arrive very soon, in time for dinner at the local Inmam Volunteer Fire Department fund raising rally for a new roof on the library, and the local retirement's center's annual brass concert. It was such a colture shock for me, and everyone is so friendly, and connected with one another, it feels like a different world.

Found a little coolant dripping out of one of the thick water pump hoses, and tightened it a little, hoping that wiull stop it. I just hope it's not the water pump itself. Other than that nothing alfa-esque to report, except the reaction fo someone at dinner asking "Wha kinda ca y'all drivin'?", upon saying"Um... alfa Romeo?" the reaction was a classic and enthusiastic "Alfa.. what?! Wha in the Loooards neame is theat!?"

Tomorrow is the funeral service, and on the 14th, I think, we go on to Blair.

O'Neill, Nebraska

If there was ever a day with two different faces, this one was it.
We got up very early, and drove out into the sanddunes south of O'Neill. We found a good spot on top of one of the hills overlooking the plains, and Pierce buries some of his father's ashes into the ground. It was a beautiful moment, between the large grasses and cacti in the hills.
In the afternoon we had the funeral service for Pierce's father in the nursing home of his grandmother. There were 20 or so people and someone played some music and eulogies were read. And so it goes.
In the evening we went to a Rodeo that was in town, my first, and to my surprise I found it to be a really great event. After a day of reasonable contemplation the lightness of the rodeo really worked well. Added some beer that tastes like mineral water (miller lite), and some cute cowgirls doing weird things on horses, you're setting yourself up for a good night.

It's fantastic to hear the people here speak. Within one day I've heard things like "I herd they's pulled up the praice of corn ten dollahs a bushel" and "He's a real smart-aleck, thet he is!". It was good to meet the local people in the bar and have a chat with them. They're so much more approacheable and conversational than on the east coast. Feel like spain

Today we drove down to Blair for the second funeral service. This trip really is two funerals and a wedding. We drove down route 275 most of the way and took some detours down to Blair, which is as boring a town as it gets. The road was beatiful however, with the fields lush and green and very light traffic. Pierce had his first 'slam it into 3rd gear to pass' moment on route 51 and he extremely excited... not being used to driving a stick, nor a gtv6
Tonight's the second half of the rodeo, so I'm going to with my new cowboy hat and find me a good cowgirl to do some squaredancing with...

It looks like SamW from this forum is going to send me some used white seal beams for the GTV6 to San Francisco, which is fantastic, so I don't have to keep smiling nice to confused and suspicious police officers every half hour at night. Thank you Sam!

O'Neill continued...

Ok the rodeo for the second time around wasn't as exhilarating as before. I think most of the people were a bit dazed from the heat. So, we decided to check out the strip, the main street through town. On the strip a large amount of custom cars, classics and hot rods were driving up and down. At first I couldn't imagine why on earth that could be fun, the same street up and down for hours, and we saw some cars that had been there 6 hours earlier, which was a bit much... but we took the Alfa and were the only representatives of the continent, with only a small Triumph as an english contender. It was actually fantastic to see all the gorgeous cars, and all the people that had come otu to watch them. Like a driving auto show. The whole center of town was blovked and here and there an infuriated person who actually wanted to go somewhere shouted frustrated from their SUV's. It was a barrage of extremely hotrodded and trashed camaro's, corvettes, chopped pickups with insane chrome engines and flames out of pipes, old '60s thunderbirds and mustangs, some seriousy molested '90s trash, mostly plastic mustangs, and several cars I have never seen before. Here the Alfa's beautiful engine sound was overthudered by some insane drag racing monsters, but there was a good deal of appreciation for it, and certainly the only one on the strip with yellow headlights...
I also felt good that most of the cars would overheat after half an hour driving up and down, but the alfa didn't. It got hot, yes but no overheating. It was probably also the only car doing 30 miles to the gallon on the strip, because all the fuel stations were out of premium gas.

After a few drives up and down the strip, we returned the car home and walked back to town so I could have a few drinks with a girl I met the day before in a bar. She was working there and I was extremely looking forward to meeting her again. When I got there, she was very busy, and it got a bit boring, so we decided to check out the rest of town and come back later. I told her I wanted to see her after closing and she said: "You're really going to hate me, because I really did plan on coming with you tonight, but my husband came with me." Ouch!
Much later we found ourselves on the closed rodeo grounds with a bunch of cowboys with guitars and a few packs of beer. The girls were singing with their typical country twang and everyone was chilled out and enjoying the night. The girl from the bar showed up as well at some point... with her husband. Painful moments.

Today we're driving to Rapid city, a 7 hour drive, where we will be avoiding the highways mostly. Still a bit groggy from last night, but it's another gorgeous day and it's sure to be great.

07-16-2007, 09:56 PM
Here's some more pictures.

07-16-2007, 09:58 PM
And more!

07-17-2007, 03:09 AM

Wij zijn trots op je, stinkmuis!

Waar is de aapje nu?


07-17-2007, 07:15 AM
Cool !

driving across th US is always an adventure. Chuckled when I read about the yellow headlights. Those peeps must have never seen them.

07-17-2007, 08:11 AM
Not only that but on an ALFA ROMEO!!! :eek: :D


07-17-2007, 06:45 PM
friend of mine had one of those alfa's way back when. exception's right, you can flog the snot out of them and they keep on running. great choice for such a trip.

wonderful pics as well. for those of us who tend to fly over, you forget just how vast this place is. wonderful, iconic photos. well done.

07-18-2007, 08:42 AM
love the story, thanks for the photos. Hey if you pop down San Antonio way we can exchange road trip stories :)

07-18-2007, 08:59 AM
"Added some beer that tastes like mineral water (miller lite) "

PMSL :hey:

07-18-2007, 10:32 AM
Thanks guys.

Landed in Denver now. This is the place for girls, I'd tell you but then the topic would be locked, I'm sure.
In any case, today we start driving towards grant's pass.
Keep on wavin'!

07-18-2007, 11:12 AM
here's the next chapter:

Rapid City
We arrived at the giant house in the forest of the elderly couple that was hosting us for the next two nights and a day, also family of Pierce. Here it turns out, the couple was the event rather than the things we were about to see. The next day we visited Mt Rushmore, the Black Hills, saw elk, wild turkey, deer and buffalo, visited Deadwood, a goldmine, ate fantastic hand made pie, and a 1001 things one can do in this enormous vacation resort city. However we were driven around by a combination of personalities that should never have entered the same room, let alone get married. Both in their 70's the wife is, as Pierce describes it, 2 cards short of a full deck, but a wonderful nice aged lady which just babbles on until you interrupt her... "Oh... boys, haha, it's so nice to have you here, we can't tell you how much we like having you over, there's many things we can do, and talk about, and I can show you my pictures, and haha, there a nice forest around the house, and it's so wonderful of you to be here, haha, yes, very nice, and..." ... you catch my drift. She'll talk the ears off of your head, and will retain an iron smile while doing it. But then there's the husband. He must be the grumpiest man alive. He will explode into a short outburst of rage every 5 minutes for something completely rediculous. The wife will point at an old goldmine and say "oh, that's so nice, over there, that old goldmine, we used to visit that when we were young, it's so nice, if we had time we should..." interrupting husband: "Godd**n it woman! If you want to point something out, do it before we pass!", usually followed by some angry under breath whistling. "Godd**n it, I told you I don't want any pie!". And then he'd veer off into some extremely complicated, boring and factitious (and usually wrong) explanation of how elk breed, how mailboxes work, or the preposterous dietary habits of his wife. Seriously uncomfortable.

Anyway, so after escaping their generous but tasking hospitality, we went on to Denver.

The drive to Denver was fantastic. Wyoming is one deserted state! We ran into a town with the population of 1. And I think we saw the guy standing in front of his window, sadly waving at some stray prairie dogs. We got a speeding ticket by a state trooper that had equipment to measure our speed reliably while he was driving towards us. That was a new one. Not a big ticket, but a waste of money nonetheless.
Arriving in Denver the car's running hot again, but still not overheating. It's getting very difficult to do a warm start. It requires long cranking and lots of gas. This coincides with an unusually large amount of overpressure in the gas tank when opening the gas cap. Last time I thought the cap was going to get rocketed though someone's window. I called Jim from this forum (Jack Linguini) who has offered technical assistance while in Denver, and he was extremely helpful and kind, and suggested that it's nothing to worry about, but that it's the high degree of ethanol combined with the hot weather that starts behaving like a carburettor, and evaporating much of the fuel, causing overpressurising and gassy starts. I also feel it impedes performance, but, whatever, we'll see. Thanks Jim.

I'll tell you something, Denver is the city of women. And they're honest, straightforward and no-fuss. We had a great time at the bar, and although my date didn't work out due to jealous boyfriends (what's with that? Is this my curse?), I made up for it a little later.

Now we'll start out long journey towards Grant's pass.

I will need a mechanic in San Francisco to fix the horn and have a quick look at the heat issue. If someone can recommend someone or if some good alfisti live around there, I'd love to hear from you.

07-19-2007, 03:44 AM
Tom, I would recommend you search that one on flay.com .. a great resource ...


07-19-2007, 09:07 AM
Salt Lake City
The drive from Denver to Salt Lake City via 80 carried us through the entire breadth of Wyoming. What a breathtaking journey. I've got some spectacular photographs coming up for you guys, but I can't really say how wonderful this drive was. We made good time, 9 hours or so for 600 miles, and the last bit had some corners in it through the rockies that were wonderful to drive on. The we got to Salt Lake City... and Salt Lake City is just seriously boring. I've never seen such an institutionalized, sterile city without any life to it, whose city center is built around a strange financial/religious hybrid institution (the mormons). All restaurants are from a chain, all hotels are chain hotels, every single building is some crap fake developer papier mache stucco'd on front without any love, inspiration or dedication... So we went and saw transformers, in a boring movie theater in a boring shopping mall after a bland and boring thai dinner, and it is an seriously bad film, so both Pierce and I are hating SLC. Sorry for whoever lives here.... We leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning for uh... af far as we get towards Grant's pass.

07-20-2007, 02:29 PM
We broke down in the worst possible place, in the middle of a desert valley in Nevada. We were just cruising along when suddenly the tach dropped to zero while the engine was still turning (in gear). It recovered once for a few miles then died again. AAA screwed up. It took 2.5 hours for two tow trucks to arrive at the same time. We were dehydrated and burnt from the sun. My test light was broken so I couldn't do any testing to see what was wrong. One long hour drive to Elko on a big trailer later, we were really grimey and destroyed. My garage suspects the Ignition Module, or the Coil, both wern't available in the Napa store in Elko. So, we had to leave the car behind at in Elko. We then tried to rent a car, take a train or a plane, but there was nothing. We ended up taking the greyhound to Reno at 11pm (oh my goodness what a nightmare), arriving at 4am. We then had had it with the greyhound and rented a car at the airport in Reno, and drove straight through to Oregon to be in time for the wedding. The car is a brand new Ford Edge, and I had my doubts about the alfa, as I hated it for a little for breaking down, I instantly remembered why I am still driving it. What a plastic piece of garbage that Edge is... its underpowered, consumes 17 miles to the gallon (versus 30 of the alfa), is flappy, sloppy, big, bad visibility, blech, ptoohey.

Anyway, we made it to the wedding. All I hope now is for the garage to get it fixed soon so I can go and pick it up next week.

Cheers, and thanks for all the support. I wish things had gone different... Oregon is such a nice place to drive the alfa.

I havn't slept in 40 hours and am tired, grumpy and sad. Going to take a long shower now.

07-20-2007, 02:36 PM
So, I take it you didn't get much time to visit Reno. Reno is an awesome place and some great LightWavers there....hi 2D and 3D department at IGT.

What did you think of the Greyhound Station? Personally I have never in my life been more freightened when having the pleasure of using Greyhound bus stations, surely the most interesting menagerie on planet earth.

07-21-2007, 11:12 AM
More photographsies.

07-21-2007, 02:36 PM

I love it.


07-22-2007, 08:38 PM
Are you going through my regular holiday haunt of Las Vegas. It has architecture that varies from gross to great (well if not great at least interesting)

07-23-2007, 07:22 PM
I'm afraid not Rob, it's too much southward, I don't like the heat. I have aircon but it's not extremely efficient and hanging out in airconditioned spaces isn't the best thing the world has to offer. But I don't know for sure, so... perhaps :)

Here's some more story:

I guess we didn't get very far. We must have upset the Mormon spirit in SLC, for 150 miles out of the city, really in the dead middle of nowhere, the tach dropped to 0 and the engine stopped responding. We rolled to a stop, and looked around us. Nothing. Nothing for miles in either direction, not a sign, not a building, just hills and desert and salt. It was about 1pm, the hottest part of the day, and I spent half an hour figuring out what went wrong. Pretty soon I discovered: no spark. Pierce sat in the car reading, exhibiting his total and complete lack of interest and understanding for all things mechanical. It was hot, but lo and behold... we had phone coverage! We thought we were pretty lucky. Little did we know that this was to be our black karma day where each time your hope rises, it gets killed with swift and effective precision by some horrible monster. In this case the horrible monster was that, yes, triple A was sending out a tow truck to come and get us within 20 minutes (ya right). 3 hours later and many calls to triple A it turned out they sent two trucks by accident but both in the wrong direction. Finally they show up exactly at the same time. Ok, so they were fighting over who got to have the two... the nicer one of the two gave in, obviously the one who most deserved it, and mr Yokel O-Hare dragged us over to Elko, 100 miles further only to arrive there when every garage was just closing.
After so many hours in the desert and laughing about all we could, we were getting a bit morbid about thw whole thing. Only 20 hours to go to get to the wedding in Grant's pass, Oregon, and here we are in a town where all garages shut at 5, the local Napa doesn't even carry a test light and hungry and dehydrated from the desert. So, the local chinese restaurant served as our headquarters for the next few hours, where we phones everything we could think of... car rental companies (all 3 of them out of cars), airports, ticket agencies, airlines ($1000 to Medford, way too expensive), no train, and thus... lo and behold.... the greyhound....

Elko -> Reno -> Grant's Pass
It came to pick us up at 11pm at an abandoned and dark gas station where we had just witnessed some random shady people entering and leaving some underground structure behind some rusty cars. The bugs were eating us alive but it was sheer luxury compared to being jammed between three humongously fat and belching drunk people, the stench of the toilet, the constant vibration and the sardine can-like personal space. At Reno we exploded. We got off. No more!
We ran out of the greyhound station, and jumped into a cab... Reno airport! We got there and rented the only car that was left. Seriously. A brand new Ford Edge from Budget rental. I had never heard of such a car, and little did we know it's the biggest piece of automotive plastic junk ever to roll of any assembly line, but we took it, jumped into it, together with the free GPS we got, which also was the most useless annoying objectionable waste of material resources one could invent, and drove north... 4am, 5am, 6am... all through the night, and finally, we got to where we wanted. Not thanks to the gps, obviously. We were an hour early... an hour of shower and not being filthy and rushing, it was wonderful.

Ford Edge?!
Just a little bit on that Ford Edge... so this is a sporty MPV... or SUV. It fits 4 people resonably comfortable, but not much better than, say a 156/159. It sits so high on its wheels that you can;t take any corner on the highway at posted speed as you'll roll over. Its gas pedal is so light that its impossible to maintain the same speed without cramping up your foot, but it doesn't matter anyway because the non-lockup automatic gearbox will kinda float into space anyway. You're always in a state of half-clutch. The cruise control decides its a good idea to go two gears to go from 60 to 65 mile per hour, and the engine is so weak to haul this monstrosity forward that it can't do the slightest inclination without falling out of overdrive. If you open the rear windows on the interstate, it sounds like a chopper is landing in the backseat and your ears are about the start shooting back. You can see out the windshield but out the sides I've overlooked a car twice already and I wasn't even being nonchalant. It's got a dead corner! what normal car has dead corners! and... seriously... 17.5 miles to the gallon. That's almost half of my 25 year old alfa V6! Words fail.

Anyway. While the gps was sending us off the interstate on exits only to immediately enter it again during traffic jams, sending the wrath of truckers on their radio down on us, we got back to SF today. And that's where I am now. Without alfa.

07-23-2007, 09:41 PM
hey, you wanted an adventure :)

sf is a great! place. nyc out west i thought.

good luck, enjoy the ride :).

07-27-2007, 10:00 PM
Picked up the car in Elko, NV, after driving the rental to Reno and jumping on a greyhound. The garage managed to mess up the engine good, for some reason, and I had to swap out all 6 spark plugs myself on the street in the blazing sun. Finally I got to leave Elko, and went up to Twin Falls, through Idaho falls up to West Yellowstone, where I'm now. Tomorrow I'm going into the park. Yaay.

I keep thinking about rendering these sunsets... Where did Ozone3D go?

Martin Adams
07-28-2007, 04:30 AM
Wow, cool photos! When I get a little more time I'll read through this thread fully.

I drove from Manhattan to San Francisco in June which was a truely awesome experience. Our route was:
Manhattan -> Niagra Falls -> Chicago -> Rocky Mountains -> Vegas -> Grand Canyon Skywalk -> Back to Vegas -> Los Angeles -> San Francisco

We were lucky enough not to have any car troubles at all from the Jeep and Ford Mustang we rented :)

But there's nothing quite like being on the open road and just switching the mind off. Thank goodness for cruise control, that's all I say. Although, I've never been overtaken by so many trucks before - they only go about 60mph here in the UK. And I do remember being undertaken by an undertaker.

Plus I stayed mostely in Holiday Inn's as well, now that I'm back home, I keep seeing them everywhere! It's like I can't get away from them - argh!

Marcin Wuu
07-28-2007, 06:35 AM
I wonder if youd be surprised to know that here in europe (at least in the part of it where i live) alphas are considered pretty and expensive but also plastic and untrustworthy pieces of junk breakung up just about every other kilometer or so. And no one in their right mind would take one on such a trip without entire trunkful of spare parts and tools.

But still, great trip and adventurous too. I envy you.



Marcin Wuu
07-28-2007, 06:51 AM
Why did I spell it "alpha" and not "alfa?" :twak:

07-28-2007, 08:05 AM
I wonder if youd be surprised to know ...
But still, great trip and adventurous too. I envy you.



Well, I'm a European myself (dutch), I shipped the car here, and although I do agree on the 1989~1996 alfas, which were actually fiats, you're really not hitting the mark on cars from the era mine is from, which are considered to be extremely reliable (alfa 75 being the last of those). There's also no plastic to be found in or on the car. :)

I havn't driven a car that is so responsive, quick, handles so well and has needed so little maintenance over the years. I have to give it that. It's just unlucky that something popped up during the trip, but with these extreme temperature changes, harrowing distances and dust and soot rains it has to endure, it's doing pretty well for a 26 year old daily driver. It's got 350.000 miles on it ya know :)

Anyway, slept in the car this night, as I need to save some money. Going into yellowstone now.

(this message supported by the owner of the unprotected 'linksys' wireless in West Yellowstone. Your stupidity is appreciated.)

Marcin Wuu
07-28-2007, 12:20 PM
That's an example of how bad the general assumptions based on wrong presumptions are. Tell her im sorry.:oye:


07-29-2007, 12:43 AM
I told her you're sorry, but she still wants to kick you in the behind. :)

Some more pictures for you guys... SF and Yellowstone.

07-29-2007, 12:52 AM

Martin Adams
07-29-2007, 06:25 AM
Amazing photos, especially the panoramic ones. Gotta ask, what camera/lens are you using?

07-29-2007, 10:16 AM
I'm using a Canon 20D, with a plain lens and about half a dozen pieces of panorama software. Takes quite a while to make them on my slow laptop, but the result is worth it. They're each about 10k pixels wide. I'm also carying a Bronica SQ, but those pictures I cannot post.

Heres some more.

07-29-2007, 01:57 PM
so what did you think of san francisco? were you able to go north a bit into wine country? great city imho.

07-29-2007, 07:08 PM
Oregon, The wedding, and San Francisco,

My friends Brent and Rose were going to get married in Grant's Pass Oregon, one of the milestones on our trip. Brent is a classmate of mine, and Rose is one year above us. They're unique people, with a unique mind, and thus the wedding was going to be unique as well. It didn't resemble a traditional wedding in any sense, save for Rose's white dress perhaps. The day before we all were spooned into jet boats to go over the local river to Devil's Pass, an exhilarating experience, and after the non-stop 40 hour greyhound-rentalcar trip we had to go through I only fell asleep twice in the Jet boat. Seriously. That's like falling asleep on a pushbike.
The wedding day was without any ceremonies. Brent and rose read a bit of what they each wrote to one another, in an intimate field with beautiful trees, and there was some food and drinks. The night was perfect, and never ended, with the stars on everyone's retinas before going to sleep.

San francisco was next, and drove down in the edge. It was great to seem my friends Tommy and Annika again, and see Tommy's workplace, Factor games, which has just released the game 'Lair' for the playstation, which I got to play for a bit and will be shot by thirteen nerds if I talk about it. I saw the redwood forests, the lonely lighthouse, the city and its surroundings, and T+A led me around a few restaurants and other places. We went checking out a new car for Tommy who wants to buy a Porche boxter (boring), and I made him look at a Jaguar XK, which is less boring. He doesn't want a Lotus Elise because you can't get them in automatic. Lazy people :). I guess SF can be a bit harrowing for manual boxes. Too bad there arn't any other exciting convertibles for sale in the states. It's either american junk, japanese boredom or european posh.
Left for Reno, dumped the rental (good riddance), got into a greyhound, which wasn't so bad this time around (sit at a emergency escape! more legroom), and I had pleasant company. Crashed in hotel, picked up alfa the next day and after 3 hours of fixing what the garage had broken, went off for Yellowstone.
Slept in the car in some backwood forest, as I'm running out of money a bit, but it wasn't so bad...

Yellowstone is amazing...

Yellowstone & Casper, WY

There's no big news to be hand in the fact that I'm stranded again, this time in Casper, Wyoming. The technical details are not so important, suffice to say it's largely due to a bad repair job the previous time in Elko, and I'm back to where I started with it. Lots of people have come out of the dark forest and extended one or several hundreds of helping hands, and their assistance makes it all the more bearable and less frustrating.
I have realised, though, that this is what I wanted. Not the trouble of course, but the essence of the journey lay in me traversing the states first with a friend, and then alone. I've been surrounded by so many good friends over the last few years, I've lost some of my capacity of being alone for a longer period of time, eventhough I see the unique qualities it can offer. The last week, I was never really alone, in Yellowstone I hooked up with a party of three that drove in the same direction, going down to casper a set of swiss exchange students rode with me in tandem, SF was with my friend, and even on the greyhound bus I had company of a great and conversative teenage girl, coming back from the trip of a lifetime. It's been, in other words, a trip that was all about people. Although the US of A is a beautiful place in larger perspective, its landscape does not change as dramatically as that of Europe, which I'm used to, nor is it as alien as that of Australia, where I lived for about a year and a half. America becomes interesting when you meet its people. That said, I guess I just have to get used to the idea of being alone a little more. I was dashing off to hang out in Denver with Jim, from the alfa boards, but perhaps a few days here, in Casper, another place like desolate Elko, will do me good.

Casper, I have found out today, is the birthplace and old stomping grounds of Dick Cheney. So, when walking from where the car's decided to throw a fit again to the hotel with my little suitcase dragging behind me, I found myself crossing Dick Cheney athletic field, past Dick Cheney federal building, onto Cheney square, down to Cheney boulevard.
Perhaps, on second thought, there ARE better places to be stranded.

I've seen many things on this trip, too much to sum up. The endless fields rolling past, the joy and laughter of young ones at the rodeo (I hate kids), exciting girls throwing promising looks, a great wedding with friends, good reflective moments at funerals, hot blazing days with heat waves distorting your vision and mind, pitch black chilly nights with stars falling everywhere, unbelievable natural sights and events, Yellowstone really is an utterly amazing place, every 100 meters theres something else you have never even remotely seen before. Besides the trouble, it's all been worth it. It would have been so much less if I hadn't started this trip with my dear dear old friend, the Alfa. As much as I deny the importance of materialstic things, much more than a laptop, some books and cd's I do not posses, I cannot say anything else than that this car has been my friend for as long as I can remember. Perhaps it is like the girlfriend that everyone tells you is bad for you and you know doesn't love you back, but I'm not through loving it. For all its faults, and its tremendous cost, I'm happy the money goes into a friend, one that puts a smile on my face every time I walk away from it and glance back at it. Even after so long, I can't help looking at it.

A few more days of reflection until the correct part is shipped out to me here, and I should be on my way.

My greetings go out to all the Wyoming lightwavers, and cheers to you all.

07-29-2007, 09:20 PM
hey, stop by Spokane, Washington, on your way, and say hi.... :)

07-29-2007, 11:06 PM
Happy birthday, me.
Here, have some pictures.

07-30-2007, 08:27 PM

Thanks so much for sharing. I really have enjoyed the read over a number of days. I really didn't want to observe your postings without saying tnx.

Riff Masteroff

07-30-2007, 10:33 PM
Thanks Riff :)

For my birthday today, which was supposed to pass unnoticed, this morning the cute receptionist girl of the hotel came into my room unnanounced, while I was still sleeping and lay next to me.

Honestly, how often does that happen in life? :)
I need more birthdays like that.

07-31-2007, 04:48 AM
Thanks Riff :)

For my birthday today, which was supposed to pass unnoticed, this morning the cute receptionist girl of the hotel came into my room unnanounced, while I was still sleeping and lay next to me.

Honestly, how often does that happen in life? :)
I need more birthdays like that.


Room service certainly has a new meaning now :D

07-31-2007, 07:32 AM
Looks like a lot of fun Exception! I'm jealous!

You know I've always wanted to be pulled over by some State Troopers, to see if I can charm my way out of it with my English Accent! Especially if she was a bird!

SHE DID what!?! Man, where is that place, I'm going for my Birthday! :D

07-31-2007, 01:35 PM
Ok, so poop, the guy sending out the part didn't use UPS or another courier but the US postal service. So, I'm going to be stuck here a little while longer.

Well, it least I'm testing the new lw beta again for a change :)

07-31-2007, 02:20 PM
I grew up in Casper, the thriving metropolis of Wyoming. And I just happen to be living in Salt Lake. Had I known you were having troubles here, I would have offered to help.

And if you need help in Casper, my wife's parents are still there. I'm sure my father-in-law would do anything he could for you. Just let me know, and I will get him in contact with you.

08-06-2007, 02:37 PM
Thanks mr Treefrog, I moved on though :)

More story:

I do have to say that it is a special event when you mention to the cute receptionist girl that it'll be your birthday the following day, and sit out on the porch with her for a while, she'll come into your room early in the morning unnanounced and lies in bed with you. You know, not everything is boring in Casper.

The other thing that's cheezy in Casper is the soup. See the next post and read of my well articulated review of... cheese soup. CHEESE SOUP!

Casper -> Denver

Yes, Finally out of this place. Just a matter of plugging in the other silver box, and off I went. I jumped in the car, and left skidmarks! Driving down to Denver was just a couple of hours, and it was such an amazing relief to drive into the city and see a store named 'Zeitgeist'. I'm back in civilisation! (yes spelled with an S, yous yanks)
I drove down to Jimmy's place (jack_linguini here on the board), as he offered me a place to stay and a garage to have a quick look at the car. We hobnobbed over the various alfas in his driveway and his two great friends Rick and Michelle came over and it was all very pleasant and relaxing, I was in need of that after the Casper Affair.

The next day Jimmy and I went over to Apple motors, and there Doug checked out the engine for me.
Apple motors by the way was great, they had some really nice and rare fiats and a maserati merak SS sitting there like it was nothing. They were really friendly and welcoming, something I don't find too often nowadays.

Then we went to the national history museum with Rick and Michelle, and saw remains of the titanic that a couple of fellas in scuba gear managed to drag up. It was an interesting exhibit, although overpriced and badly designed, and I was entertained.
It's time to go again, this time a long drive to St. Louis, Missouri, through Kansas state, known for its strict police..

Denver -> St. Louis

Ah, a nice 12 hour drive that took me 11. Hey I didn't take the Alfa for nothing. Of course I was pulled over by a state trooper, because heavens forbid you can drive more than 100 miles in this country without your chubby gun-toting moustache asking you for your licence and registration. No, it wasn't for speeding, and no, it wasn't for having yellow headlights! Really! It was for not using my indicator when changing lanes. I kid you not, and actually, I'm fairly sure that I did use it, as I almost never fail to do just that. Using an indicator is a pleasure of life, the wholesome tick-tocking pets the soul as it meanders through your consciousness. In any case, turns out it was probably an excuse to pull over the weird guy in the weird car from the weird side of the planet (which connecticut is as far as most state troopers of states west of it are concerned) to let a giant german shepard do some nose exercises concerning illegal narcotics. Needless to say in the USA soon bubble gum will most likely go on the list of most-wanted drugs, so the dog decided it found something... thus mr State Trooper in his black triple layered outfit decided to take apart my car at 1 in the afternoon in the desert of kansas. Whilst dripping sweat on the upholstery of the car while trying to unwedge the rear seat bench he soon came to the conclusion that this weirdo standing over there on the shoulder happily staring at uncomming traffic might actually not be shooting up crack through his bodily orifices on a daily basis anyway, and he let me go, with a certain amount of apologies. So, off we went again, and thank goodness for airconditioning, and thanks to my grandmother for giving me the repair of said system as a birthday present two years ago.

A nice trip on a boring interstate later, I arrived at Troy, where two friends-of a friend gave me shelter, heinekens and apples. Until the smaller hours of the night banjo-ing away in the garden and early up the next day to visit St Louis and then drive on to wherever the road takes me.

08-06-2007, 02:39 PM
And a picture of the cheese soup.
Seriously. CHEESE SOUP.

No, its not some kind of bouillon with a bit of cheese in or on it... it's straight up molten american cheese in a cup.... with a spoon!

CHEESE SOUP. or also referred to as: molten cheese in a bowl.

As a vegetarian I didn't have much choice here in this burger joint (sanfords), but still, I could not get this down my throat any further. I am stupefied at this new level of cooking un-ingenuity. I feel my personal cultural experience growing with leaps and bounds. Snake in your dashboard? Phah! Eat cheese soup and see how you're doing!

08-06-2007, 02:46 PM
Boy, those pictures of Casper make me laugh. Not much has changed there in 10 years since I was living there last. I used to work at those movie theaters downtown. Real theaters that hold 500+ people, with only one theater. None of these mega-super-ultraplexes.

And you've gotta love the Showboat motel. LOL

Anyway, nice pictures.

08-06-2007, 04:08 PM
I'm glad you enjoy them. I'm also glad for you to be out of that place :)

Here's some more pictures.

08-06-2007, 04:09 PM
Don't forget to Shreducate yourself!

08-06-2007, 05:05 PM
no piccie of the receptionist ?

08-15-2007, 08:35 PM
I'm in montreal now...
new photographs comin up shortly!

08-17-2007, 09:20 AM
St. Louis

I only knew three things about St Louis before driving down 70, past the Arch and finding a spot for the Alfa in some nearby garage: It's one of the most crime ridden cities in the US, it's got terrible weather and it's got the Arch. So, no need for me to hang around much, ha! But, as an architect, I need to check out Eero Saarinen's Arch. And it was worth it. Touching the smooth steel of this giant vertical slip 'n' slide puts you in touch with the enormous effort necessary to make it and its pure essence of design. Although I place my doubts at some of the exhibits in the Museum of Western Expansion directly below it from a humanitarian perspective, the erection of this monument is truly a memorable moment in itself, rather than what it is supposed to memorize (I personally think replacing indian hunting grounds with strip malls is not so much an honourable endeavour).

So... pictures about that thing soon and while the extreme humidity was starting to press down on my brain and soaking my undergarments, jumped back in the car and drove east east east!

St Louis -> Pittsburg

I just want to go home now. I've experienced many places, befriended many people and felt the vibe of all the states I visited resonate through myself, a true life experience, but now it is time to just touch my own front door before moving on. The drone of the engine, the wind in your hair, thousands white dashes painted on the asphalt flash by in a steady blur. Pocahontas, Vandalia, St Elmo, Brazil, Eminence, Indianapolis, Spicedale... town names that conjure up fantastic images to dream away on while you can feel the road slip past through the steering wheel. These last two days homewards are for rethinking the times spent collecting the memories created. New plans and ideas have started to weave its way into my existence and I look forward to being able to draw again and make the things that I love making.

Around Pittsburg it's getting dark and I decide to travel through the city and take a small highway (28) upward to 80 and continue from there on the next day. Pittsburg is THE place to be in an alfa... small windy roads, crazy steep hills and tiny houses stacked against eachother on chicane like intersections. It reflects back on the town and the people, it seems like a great place to live. Of course, how could be otherwise, Pittsburg isn't done with me either as mr State Trooper in front of me has put me on his to-do list for that evening. I tap my brights, yes yes yellow headlights, but to no avail, he slows to a crawl, I must pass, the lights go on, and off the road I go. This one is decidedly hardier than all the other ones and he tells me he can't let me continue (pardon?). He lets me sit there for at least 20 minutes while he has a long conversation with his grandmother in Kansas, or something. Eventually he lets me go, and points me to 28, albeit the wrong direction (thanks man).
Eventually I reach it, and for everyone who will go that direction, 28 is probably the best driving road I've experienced so far. Middle of the night, noone in sight, clear signage and smooth asfalt on a tight single lane mountainous road... the cows have heard the Alfa roar that night...

DuBois, PA? Anyone?

But then it gets really late, and it starts to become time to think about sleep and all that nonsense, so you find a motel... full... next... also full... so you truck around through oh let's say something as random as Dubois, Pennsylvania, and you see a dive bar called the Hitching Post that says 'rooms available' on it. For a measely 35 dollars you sign a sloppy piece of paper between the soggy remains of chicken wings and ketchup stains on the bar, and get directed 'out back'. Here two rows of cattle barn like structures stare at eachother with a bunch of rusty old cars in between. Parking the car out in between them, the double dutch doors of two neighboring 'rooms' offer a view of what seems like semi permanent tattooed wrinkly oldtimers smoking and eyeing me like the spanish inquisition would a stray member of the gay parade... The room is clean-ish, and there looks to be a nice landing like second floo- oh no... it's eye trickery, there's a mirror larger than the bed itself above the bed on the ceiling. Ok. Sure. Carefully I peel off the bed cover I try not to think too much about the noises outside before I fall asleep... the shower next morning, I think, was not just common hygiene I fear.

Anyways, onwards! Start the egnine and get out of this place!

08-17-2007, 02:24 PM
What a colorfull trip Tom, great photos also :D. I wish i could pack my bags and do such nice trip with my Car.

08-26-2007, 03:24 AM
Here's the last piece...

DuBois -> Milford, CT

The home stretch... A little bit of route 80, but trying to take alternative routes on highways and roads I havn't seen before. I get a late start.
Somewhere around State College, PA on 80 I spot a nice white Alfa Spider going the same way and am surprised. The only other alfa's I've seen on my trip were two parked spiders in San Francisco. The spider is preceded by a blue '70s GTV with white racing stripes. I slow down from my 100 or so and wave at them. We drive in formation for twenty miles or so and it's fun to be in the company of unknown fellow alfisti. At some point the spider points to an exit and we all leave, stopping at a roadside diner. Turns out GT with his GTV and a very tanned Dan with his spider were on their way from the Alfa convention in Ohio back to their home state New York. They show me some photographs from the convention and give me a great lunch. And here's them thinking they made a long trip coming from Ohio... We have a good time but time is starting to nibble on me, and we part ways on the parking lot, I tend to drive a bit faster than is pleasant in the spider.
I take the back roads of New York and Connecticut, and discover some areas that I was unaware of. Connecticut in Summer can be a really beautiful place when you leave the interstate indeed.
Exhausted I arrive in Milford where a dear friend lets me stay in her little house at the beach. The silence and peaceful surroundings do me good for a change and I deliver the car to Alfa Import center in Queens for the steering rack.

The next day my friend Dana and I leave for Montreal, the last stop on my road trip, as I've been wanting to visit Canada for quite some time. Not in the Alfa, as it's not ready in time, but we wern't planning on driving a lot once in Montreal.

Milford -> Montreal -> Milford

The last episode of my travels.
I traveled with my good friend Dana, and our destination was Montreal. I just needed to have been in Canada for at least a little bit.
Our journey up was uneventful but beautiful. We spent most time going up and down interstates to get to this one chinese restaurant in Whatchamacallit. We took mostly 87 north, to take more scenic highways on our way south. We just REALLY wanted to get out of the US.
And I'll tell you, Montreal is a different world. It isn't France quite yet, but close enough. The old city center is magnificent, not too touristey, and there's some real comfort and warmth to be had here in the small streets, little restaurants and downtown. We spent about four days here, left the car where it was for the entire stay, and stayed in a little hotel called "Hotel de Paris". How could it have been otherwise? Canada is such a different place, everyone was extremely friendly, we've had random chats with random people on the streets, stroek up conversations with waiters and other whacko people, and enjoyed the oceanside walks, parks and citylife.
We didn't want to but we had to go back. Back into the car, and drove down. we stopped over in St Jean sur Richelieu, just because it sounded fancy, and it wasn't so bad, but this was america again, although not officially, but everyone spoke French still. We drove down a small highway, 70, most of the way, and it's such a beautiful drive. I recommend everyone in this part of the country to do that road up to Montreal at least once. It's only a couple of hours, and worlds apart.
Ending back in Milford, at the beach house, we had a glass of wine at the oceanside before we passed out. A journey well traveled.

Last words
It's impossible for me to describe this journey, although I've obviously tried. Every single minute was worth it, even when stranded in the desert, and every mile was a pleasure to travel in the Alfa. I couldn't have done it without her. I've traveled in Australia for weeks, in europe for months, and now America, and this is yet a wholly new experience. As I said before, America is about its people and the landscape. Eventually all towns and cities look and feel alike, but it's the people and everything in between that make it different. Thank you people of America for your intelligence, kindness and hospitality. Thank you state highway patrol for being mostly benign idiots rather than malicious pain in the behinds. Thank you people of the alfa forum, especially Jack Linguini, SamW and Greg Gordon, Thank you, Giuseppe of Alfa Import Center in Queens for all your great advice. Thank you receptionist girl in Casper, WY, starlight girl in Grants pass and married girl in O'Neill, Nebraska. Thank you Pierce, for being such an amzingly good travel companion, for the time we spent in silence, for the times we spent discussing, for the time we spent. Period. For being my friend.
Thank you Alfa Romeo, for making such a wonderful device to enjoy life with. Thank you America.

08-27-2007, 10:23 AM
I read with interest your description of DuBois, Pa. I visit it often and sometimes do work there. A great NewTek/Video Toaster dealer (DVS Direct) is located there. Did you have time to visit Jim, Tammy and the crew during your visit?

08-27-2007, 12:10 PM
I read with interest your description of DuBois, Pa. I visit it often and sometimes do work there. A great NewTek/Video Toaster dealer (DVS Direct) is located there. Did you have time to visit Jim, Tammy and the crew during your visit?

I was unaware of DVD Direct... I was only aware of the Hitching Post after passing it at 2 in the morning. The next day I didn't know how fast to get out of there! I think I left skidmarks :)

08-27-2007, 04:55 PM
Thanks for posting your trip here, I enjoyed reading it. :)

I once rode my bicycle from Boston to Oregon and flew home. It took me two weeks to settle down after getting home. I was so used to being in a different town everyday for 2 months, it was odd to be in one place.

09-10-2007, 08:15 PM
I feel you, Tzan. :)

I've been home for a little. I rewrote most of the story, added a lot, and added more photographs. you can find them here:


Thanks all, for your support.