The car belonged to my mother for about ten years. She learned to drive on her father's brand new '59 TR3A (and her mother's Triumph 10, which was purchased out of jealousy because the husband brought home the TR3A unannounced.) and she wanted to recapture her youth.
So we went and dragged this TR3A up from New Jersey after my mom got tired of looking for a decent car at a decent price. We decided against the "drive her right up, no problem!" suggestion of the previous owner when we found the brake lines held together with duct tape and an additional switch on the dashboard to turn on an electric radiator fan because, "these cars overheated from the factory!" I advised my mother against purchasing this car, because it was not as represented, but she was tired of looking and it was exactly the car she was looking for (she wanted a powder blue '59 in good shape, this was a black/red '60 basket case :crazy: ) So we paid $5000 for it, and drove it back on a trailer.
When we got it back home, I patched it together the best I could and replaced the critical safety issues. She then had a miserable summer with it, as the steering was so worn that it was almost impossible to drive. She decided that winter to have it "restored". So she took it to a garage that specialized in foreign cars (the name of which I'll keep to myself, as I don't believe Basil likes vendor bashing) who then took $35K from her before she had the sense to tell them to stop. But at least what she got back was a now powder blue car with a brand new interior and a rebuild engine and gearbox. They weren't complete and total hacks, just sloppy and not interested in details, so what she got back was indeed much improved and she drove it for a few years in reasonable contentment.
Well, about four years after the "restoration" the paint started to crack in a few places. One of those was the passenger door (remember, that's what the story is about!) She wanted to get that fixed, so she took it to a local body shop (she wasn't going to take it back to the original shop, because she didn't want to deal with them). Soon after she picked it up, I went over to her place to see how they did. I sort of did a double take and said, "Uh... why is it a different color?" He response was that it was fine, the body shop guy assured her it just had to fade. In a few months it would look just like the rest of the car. I told her that was simply not going to happen and she should take it back and have it repainted correctly. She didn't want to. It was fine. Ok then, I said.
Now a few years after that, and a yearly ritual of her calling me up each spring and fall to pull the car out of storage and put it back in, and I start to notice that the car doesn't move between when I take it out and when I put it back. She finally tells me last spring that she's done and is going to sell it. She offers it to me, and I grab at it.
So... I now have a car that has a door that is the wrong color. I could just go and have my body guy fix it, but the rest of the paint job isn't terribly great anymore. It's holding together, but it isn't going to be forever. So, do I get the door painted now or do I hold off until the whole job needs to be done and at that point put it back to the correct black. I'm currently leaning on the latter, but I'd have to redo the interior again too (to put it back to red) and I'd like to get a few good years out of the car before I strip it down completely.