I had two Alfas, both were reliable daily drivers that even got me through Michigan winters with no problems.
The first was a metallic blue1976 Alfetta GT with a tan interior - a very pretty car that handled extremely well due to the engine being in front and the transmission in the rear, so the weight distribution was about 50/50 - that got traded in on a silver1978 Spyder with a maroon interior, because for some reason I decided I needed a convertible.
I’d had some previous familiarity with Alfas; one of my college roommates at Michigan was a Vietnam vet who’d bought an Alfa Spyder when he got discharged and went back to school, and it ran great. His was cream with a maroon interior. Gorgeous car.
Later, my brother had a ‘60s boat tail Spyder that he’d bought used in the early ‘70s, and he restored it to new condition with only paint, a set of Bilsteins, and new Pirellis. It was a great car that ran reliably. I was truly impressed with how well it was made. The engine was all aluminum with four sodium-cooled valves per cylinder, a feature of Alfas at the time, but they didn’t stint on body or trim materials.
More surprising, his car had lived in Michigan for years, and at that time most cars got clapped out with rust from road salt after only a few seasons. Not the Alfas that I knew.
I figured if his older one ran well and looked good, and my old roommate Bill’s did the same, I’d be OK. And I was. The GT was a very advanced car for its day, probably more advanced than the Spyder, which was an older design. But both were pretty cool and I was a confirmed Alfisti.
Those four were the only Alfas I had any experience with, but they were all 100% reliable.
My Alfas also were responsible for meeting and hanging out a little with J. Geils, an Italian car enthusiast who participated in a car show I got involved with. Though at that time, his weapon of choice was a 408 Ferrari, something I couldn’t even dream of owning. Still. I was stoked; a day with an actual rock star!