Tooseevee: If it had a soft top it was called a "Spyder". "Sprints" were coupes. Mine was a '58 Giulietta Spyder Veloce, powder blue with blue upholstery. Its bodywork was in pretty marginal shape but we (Victor, the guy who later on became the east coast tech representative for Alfa Romeo, and me) had rebuilt the motor and the suspension (the bushings in the front would wear out and rattle and the steering would get a little vague) - it mattered more to me that it drove as it ought to have, looks notwithstanding, and funds were limited. The engine rebuild kit cost about $120; it included 4 new cylinders (wet liners), pistons, wrist pins and circlips, rods, top and bottom end bearings and a gasket set.
The roll-up windows (not common for sports cars those days) and the canvas top were drafty and since it was my only transportation to commute to college with here near Buffalo, NY, winter driving was rather chilly. I installed a truck heater on the floor in front of the shift lever which about doubled the coolant capacity, but it still made a lot of heat soon after startup which always amazed me.
Starting when cold was pretty tricky with the Webers, it was way too easy to flood it and wet the plugs. I finally had them adjusted right and learned the proper technique, so I was rarely stranded. The head was made of aluminum so the plug threads were too easy to strip which complicated this. One thing that wasn't refreshed when we rebuilt the motor was the flywheel - the gear teeth were really worn so sometimes the starter motor wouldn't engage enough to turn the engine over. If the motor was warm, it was simple: I'd turn on the key, put my butt against the driver's door jamb with my feet on the ground, push the car backward and when it was moving pretty good (it was quite light) I'd pop the shift lever into reverse and then out again quickly. That usually worked pretty well. When it was real cold, I'd do the same moves with the key off, to get the flywheel gear teeth to a better spot that the starter would engage, because once the starter engaged the flywheel it would stay engaged. It was a bit of a complicated chore, but somehow I was never stranded and looking for a ride.
I loved my car no matter how fussy it was - it was an Italian sports car, Ferraris were as well, their histories shared significant connections so there was a kinship there that I was proud of. How I miss my Alfa! And those days too.... mid 1960s...