Scot1966
Jedi Hopeful
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In 1964 my dad bought a 1960 TR3A. It was the car that started the whole automotive addiction for me. He would take me for ice cream after dinner, and I can remember holding the grab bar and looking at all those gauges. My brother drove the TR to college all through the year so it started rusting. Dad had it redone at a fly by night body shop in the early 80's. Around 1986 it was parked needing brakes and a sticking slave cylinder. He urged me to work on it, but I had other interests. In 1996 my dad passed away with cancer. The TR still sat...until 2010 when I decided I was going to go through it and make it road worthy. I replaced or rebuilt all brake componants, fuel, and cooling parts. Blasted the TR4 wires that dad always wanted on it, and painted them and got them new rubber. It has 58,000 miles and runs great. It needs a full restoration and will receive it and once again be white when I'm ready, but for now, I drive it on nice days, and think of my dad - every time I drive it. Here it is when it was almost ready in 2010