Maranello to Milano
After my day in Perugia I continued north, to Maranello, famous as the home of Ferrari. Giulia was humming along the Autostrada very happily for the short commute. I found my Air BnB in the hills of Serramazzoni, not far from Maranello.
The next morning I headed out to see the museums of Ferrari and Lamborghini, in Maranello and nearby Modena. Giulia started up on two cylinders and ran rich on my way down the hill. The engine bogged down below 4000 RPM and wouldn’t idle. It was a huge change from the pleasant drive of the day before. I pulled into the car park at Ferrari with the little Alfa coughing and smelling of fuel as the Ferrari employees looked on unimpressed.
I left the car for a few hours as I took a walk around the museum, which was slightly overwhelming. It’s strange to be in a room with a 250 GTO and an F40 Competizione and a 250 LM.
As much as the Ferrari Museum was an amazing place, filled with automotive legends, the experience was certainly tainted by the Ferrari branded tour busses shipping tourists in, who have decided that they need to see the Ferrari Museum, because that’s what you do when you go to Italy. It’s package tourism at its worst.
After a few hours kicking tyres I returned to my wounded Alfa in the parking lot, and ran it on two cylinders to a petrol station just outside of town. I took the top of the airbox apart to have a look at what was going on, only to find fuel gushing into the barrels of the carburetors. Something was causing the metering needle to stick open and let the fuel bowls overflow on two cylinders. I drove the Alfa back to the air BnB flat-out, as only at full speed did the huge amounts of fuel ignite and let the car run on all four cylinders.
The next morning I took the top of the carburetors off to inspect the metering needles and the floats, only to find the float on the rear carburetor had sunk. The only thing to do was to replace the float with a new one. Now I should have carried spares of this type, but I didn’t, which in retrospect was crazy. But luckily I was only a few kilometres down the road from Maranello, Classic Car Central, so finding a new float wasn’t too difficult. I quickly found a classic car workshop which was happy to sell me DCOE4 floats over the shelf.
After a few minutes of work the little Alfa was once again running well enough to head up the Autostrada again. The weather began to turn as I headed north, with the temperature dropping and freezing November Rain lashing down as I made my way towards Milan.
After all the fiddling around with car trouble in the morning I only arrived in the city late in the evening, but after many thousands of kilometres my little blue Alfa Romeo had made it home to the city of Milan, where it was first built in 1964.