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I went to the grocery store the other day and what was coming my way but a TR6! (the exclamation mark is needed here because I live in a small burg that only has pickup trucks with shotgun racks in the rear window, so spotting another TR6 is like running across your twin, when you know your aren't one) Well, I chased it down and a young black woman was the driver. I immediately recognized the car as one belonging to a club member in another city. (I must be careful here, don't want to anger the original owner) The young woman had just bought the car, actually her husband bought it for her for Mother's Day. She said she had always wanted an MGB and settled on the TR6 when a foriegn car mechanic told her about it. He apparently services their Acura. They live in the larger city and were in our town visiting her mother, and showing off her new prize. (it gets better, bear with me) I have known the car for four years, it has been for sale for that long. The couple paid top dollar. They got screwed. The car looks like it was painted by Earl Scheib, with three different colours in the interior and a pearl paint job (must've not used masking tape, pearl-coloured snaps.) I wanted to see the engine but we couldn't figure out how to open the bonnet, no pull. Under the dash was a birds nest of WalMart wires, the rust was sneaking out from beneath the pearl paint, on and on. I felt so badly for her (I gave her a spare Bentley manuel) and only wish that I could have spoken to her before she bit. And then she kept refering to it as a "TRC". Oy Vey!
She should have bought a Miata. Some people have no scruples. I could never do that to someone, I would make a terrible used car salesman.
Bill
She should have bought a Miata. Some people have no scruples. I could never do that to someone, I would make a terrible used car salesman.
Bill