We had just bought the used Alfa Romeo and had not taken it on a long trip yet. We left our house on Newton Street in Denver with Phoenix our goal. November and eleven at night, we set out on our journey. I had a four day weekend off from the telephone company where I’d just worked a split shift–10:00 am to 2:00 pm and 4:00 pm to 10:00 pm. It was a Thursday night and fifteen hours of road travel ahead (over 900 miles). Not a trip we would venture on today, but this was 1958 and we were sixteen and nineteen years old then, and we made the trip as often as our work schedules allowed.
My parents, sister and brother-in-law lived and worked in Phoenix. Dad and Dick had a furniture refinishing business there and our plan was to enjoy a long weekend visiting. Socorro, New Mexico is where our trip ended. At least the fun part. The Alfa broke a valve which meant we lost a piston too. We phoned my daddy and he drove from Phoenix and rescued us some seven hours later. Dad hitched the car to his truck and Phil and I piled in the bed, covered up with furniture pads and tried not to freeze to death on the way.
That weekend had Phil working in the Phoenix heat day and night, repairing the car. But I, at least, had fun seeing my folks and sister.