Just before he opened the door to the garage, I’d swear he gave me the evil eye and muttered something under his breath. It didn’t sound like English, but then again he was from New Jersey. I didn’t know it at the time, but this man – this voodoo priest, of sorts – had placed a curse on me! A curse which seems to still hang over me some six years later. The curse of the etceterini.
The ad in the local paper was for a FIAT-Abarth Berlina Corsa. The shaman in question said that the car had original SCCA history dating back to the early ’60s. It was too tantalizing to not at least have a look at.
