Now then.

As will be immediately apparent from even the briefest perusal of the photographs, this dusty Italian thoroughbred has been relaxing in a barn for over 20 years.

But we want you to use your imagination, not your eyes, to envision what this car once was and deserves to become again.

Picture the scene.

It is the late 1960s.

A fountain flicks shards of fierce Tuscan sunshine around the lime-washed walls of a Siena civic square, dappling the buildings in a liquid dance of chiaroscuro .

You, inevitably wearing a black polo-neck, Ray-Bans and an easy tan, lazily dangle an arm from the driver’s window, cigarette smoke wisping between your manicured fingertips.

You are, of course, full of the untested confidence and braggadocio of youth.

Why wouldn’t you be? You are at the wheel of a Alfa Romeo 2600 Spider, and that makes you impossibly cool, unspeakably suave, and irresistibly charming.

These are your halcyon days, your salad days.

You are living La Dolce Vita .

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