Has this every happened to you? You’re sitting, say, in a meeting at work, or maybe you’re doing a quick acoustic singer/songwriter set at a local club, or perhaps you’re chain-sawing a massive tree to carve it into a grizzly bear sculpture, when all of a sudden you’re hit with an overwhelming urge to rummage in your car’s glove compartment? Of course you have. It’s part of the human condition. Sadly, for nearly every car, you’d be feces out of luck, and just have to choke back a sob of defeat. Not if you owned an Alfa Romeo 90, though.