The first Fiat 1200 to come into my life seduced me 40 years ago. I bought the car for $500 from my girlfriend’s friend. The engine blew on the drive home. Why I didn’t walk away then, I still don’t know. But here I am today, with rusting hulks of 1960s Italian roadsters in the driveway, thousands of dollars in parts I’m very unlikely to get around to using, and all this time gone with not much to show for it.