Hai yai!

Coolant level, check. After a bit of topping up.
Oil level, check.
Brake fluid level, check.
Ok, go.

Whoaaa...what a drive.
The drive back from Kuantan to KL was an absolute bliss. The bella was doing well over 180km/h most of the time. The boxer (not the shorts la, its the engine) response was surprisingly perky. No hesitation that day. On other days, there's a sense of hesitation whenever I hit 4000 rpm. But not that day. As soon as I shot off Gambang R&R after a fuel fill up, the bella never let up. Its as if she's been leashed, and waiting, looking forward towards pounding the tarmac. Freeing the leash, she pounded the straights and the winding Karak road relentlessly. All the while singing an angry tune that makes you scream 'bongiorno', 'bongiorno', 'bongiorno' all the way till the next braking point, to stab on the brakes to tailgate the idiot City who thinks he's fast to run on the right lane. I can almost imagine, Pavarotti driving the bella, singing in tandem with the engine note, arms swinging like a conductor, leading the arrays of flat four pistons and valves in synchronism. 129 ponies working overtime. Pedal to the metal, I was redlining her even on fifth gear!

As Clarkson once remarked, given a good road, there'll be no challenging the Alfa. However, you'll have to Walk the Last Mile to your destination, given the infamous reliability issues. She's given me heart aches, and she's given me tremendous joy. I'll always be in denial too of its 'issues'.

So yeah, its all good.

My mighty, mighty Alfa Romeo 145 1.7L boxer.