Today something funny happened to me again: On the A7 a lot of me a very well-kept 156 on the one (IMHO though not sooo great) Alfa Romeo had lettering made of metal at the rear, very discreet and yet said it all. Ok I thought nothing more and since he had only about 140 on it my diesel cruiser quickly moved by. But look, he pulled on and followed me. No matter what I did he was always behind me, every track change every speed. At some point it became too colorful and wanted to e know if I only had hallus or he really chased after me and let the five-cylinder crack again. Away I was. Shortly afterwards he appeared again and sat next to me. The driver was totally grinning, waved to me, pointed to my 159 with outstretched thumb and seemed quite out of the house. A few weeks earlier at the tank: I just checked the air pressure, a 147 arrives. Parks next to my car, the driver gets out, bends briefly to the ground before my 159, winking at me and heating up Alfisti are already such a kinship, something like that has never happened to me in the Mercedes.