Halekini
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First fell in lust with a TR3 when my cousin bought one. I was about twelve. Tried to buy one for 1500 bucks when I was 17, but Dad said nope. Something about no job, no insurance, blah blah blah. When I got a job and insurance, I bought a 1957 Hillman Minx convertible with which I joined the Riverside Foreign Car club and ran a lot of rallies. Rebuilt the engine, but got the transmission apart and couldn't figure out how to get it back together. Big brother to the rescue.
Older, but apparently no wiser, I bought a 1960 bugeye Sprite as a newlywed Navy man. In Rhode Island in winter. 4 inches of ground clearance. Ran that sucker out of oil the night before a long cruise, and my buddy had to tow it home with a TR4 and a rope. Apparently in 1966, there was no place to buy oil after 9 p.m. in Rhode Island.
First midlife crisis: amazingly, had a little money left over after my second daughter's wedding, so I bought a 1980 MGB. The car had been stored in a hangar for 5 years, and I had to replace pretty much every piece of rubber in the vehicle. Missed one though, a little piece of rubber hose that connected the fuel tank to the metal fuel line. That makes you run out of gas on a busy street and get to come home on the back of a tow truck.
I'm now 76, and finally got my TR3. It's a 1959 unrestored original, in great shape. I asked my family for naming suggestions, and my granddaughter said I should name it after the Queen. So... Lizzy.
Happy to be here.
Gary
Older, but apparently no wiser, I bought a 1960 bugeye Sprite as a newlywed Navy man. In Rhode Island in winter. 4 inches of ground clearance. Ran that sucker out of oil the night before a long cruise, and my buddy had to tow it home with a TR4 and a rope. Apparently in 1966, there was no place to buy oil after 9 p.m. in Rhode Island.
First midlife crisis: amazingly, had a little money left over after my second daughter's wedding, so I bought a 1980 MGB. The car had been stored in a hangar for 5 years, and I had to replace pretty much every piece of rubber in the vehicle. Missed one though, a little piece of rubber hose that connected the fuel tank to the metal fuel line. That makes you run out of gas on a busy street and get to come home on the back of a tow truck.
I'm now 76, and finally got my TR3. It's a 1959 unrestored original, in great shape. I asked my family for naming suggestions, and my granddaughter said I should name it after the Queen. So... Lizzy.
Happy to be here.
Gary
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