Down On The Street

Spotted in Rancho Santa Fe during a little Saturday morning road ride was this Italian gem:

It's a 1960 Alfa Romeo Giulietta Sprint Speciale in impeccable condition, still sporting Roma license plates:

While the front end and front wheel arches are lovely, my favorite part of this specimen is the fastback rear light and how it effortlessly blends in to the decklid:

Nicely recessed back panel too.

And found on the rear decklid were these badges:

 The simple and clean interior is a speciale place indeed:

Massive wraparound on this windshield.

From what I've read, a nicely restored example such as this are worth about $150k. And for as much as I love the lines of this coupe, I can think of a whole fleet of cars (and bikes) I'd start my collection with before this.

MELT THE GUNS!!

Thirty-plus years old and still poignant.

Programs of violence,

As entertainment, 
Brings the disease into your room. 
We know the germ, 
Which is man-made in metal, 
Is really a key to your own tomb. 

Prevention is better than cure, 
Bad apples affecting the pure, 
You'll gather your senses I'm sure 
Then agree to, 

Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
And never more to fire them. 

Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
And never more desire them. 

Children will want them, 
Mothers supply them, 
As long as your killers are heroes. 
And all the media 
Will fiddle while Rome burns, 
Acting like modern-time Neros. 

Prevention is better than cure, 
Bad apples affecting the pure, 
You'll gather your senses I'm sure 
Then agree to, 

Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
And never more to fire them. 

Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
And never more desire them. 

I'm speaking to the Justice League of America. 
The you S of A, 
Hey you, 
Yes you in particular! 
When it comes to the judgement day and you're standing at the gates with your weaponry, 
You dead go down on one knee, 
Clasp your hands in prayer and start quoting me, 
'cause we say... 
Our father we've managed to contain the epidemic in one place, now, 
Let's hope they shoot themselves instead of others, 
Help to civilize the race now. 
We've trapped the cause of the plague, 
In the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
If we listen quietly we can hear them shooting from grave to grave. 
You ought to, 

Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
And never more to fire them. 

Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
Melt the guns, 
And never more desire them.