My love affair with LBC's started in 1960 when, as a six year old, I saw my first MG TD driving through the little town I lived in. It was bright red with bright chrome and the sound it made was unlike anything I had heard up to that time. So it wasn't surprising that my first car was a '69 Midget, which I bought in '72, against the better judgement of my mother. I remember the 1st day I had it, it broke down out in the boonies with a bad throw out bearing. Needless to say, she was not impressed. A couple of years later, while visiting the local MG/Triumph dealership to buy parts for the MG, something that occured on a fairly regular basis, they had a '67 TR4A-IRS in the showroom that just knocked my socks off. First one I had ever seen. The wood dash, the full complement of chromed gauges, leather seats and overdrive (seven speeds!?), plus the ability to squeeze a not so lucky friend in the back, was just too much to resist. So instead of trading for the VW my mom wanted me to get, I bought the TR and kept it for nearly 16 years. I learned basic mechanics trying to keep it on the road and tons of memories driving that car. Sold it after it became apparent that I could no longer keep it up, the repairs required were much more than I could afford at the time.
Then nine years ago, this TR250 became available, but the guy wanted way more than I could afford. A year later, the same guy, who still had the car, dropped his price and I was able to finally purchase this little gem, after convincing my wife that...well, let's just say I learned some lessons while dealing with my mother. In fact, last night, she told my father, who was visiting, that she considers it "the other woman in my life".