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I spent a lot of time over the past two weeks reading, grouping, and regrouping entries in the “Quintessential Qualities Contest.” I chose a winner and six honourable mentions, and they are posted at the top of this page. All seven of the entries included in the file have a special “spark,” I think. In fact, there were special sparks in every single entry (around 150 in all). It was hard to eliminate any one entry, but it was my job to pick a winner. The one I chose really hits the nail on the head, I think. It uses only nineteen words, and I did ask for twenty words or less. The winner had asked originally that I identify him only as Andy, but I will ask permission to use his full name when I write his gift certificate valued at $100.00, and I will include it in the file as soon as I have permission. I can tell you that Andy is from Pennsylvania, and he owns at TR3.



The quintessential quality of a British sports car is that by design, it delivers more fun from less car.
Andy, TR3, Pennsylvania


A two seat, manual transmission convertible, with a deep rich exhaust and excellent road handling, requiring constant love and attention.
Jim Crawl
1973 TR6

Exhaust note, wire wheels, tonneau half zipped, heat on full. When I park it, I always look back...
Charles Coombs
Spitfire mk.2

“Two seats, four speeds, throaty exhaust, no power assists, exciting to drive, a propensity to mark its territory when parked.”
Dennis Kunkel
1959 TR3A

There once was a driver named Parr
Who had, all in boxes, a car
“For there will come a day,
I’ll be able to say,
‘I own and I drive a Tee Arr!’”
Bob Groman

Smell of gasoline and oil, wind in your hair, rain in your lap, drafty, always traveling with tools. The “Siren beckons,” Adventure awaits!
Bill Lynn (a.k.a. Walter Mitty)
1953 TR2, 1954 TR2

Love of Triumphs
One Red one Blue
Expand the Garage to fit the two
Tops down chargers running
Can’t wait summer coming
Art Finkle
1976 TR6 Blue, J.M. 1974 TR6 Red


Crank up TR3. Hear the whine in reverse. Smell oil warming. Feel cold air on your face. Snick, snick, rorrrrt...
Dennis Oldland

After a drive in your British car you feel like you—and your car —have really accomplished something.
Joe LaBarbera

British cars
nothing funner
Trailer queen
or just a runner
Burma Shave
Donald Evans

It‘s that time of day when I have to have it my way,
As I look at the British Racing Green,
it reminds me of a Beauty Queen,
The Roar and the Rumble makes it hard to be humble,
It‘s fast, furriest and quick and I don‘t need to see any movie flick,
The Passion grows within the soul, you have to own one to really know.
D. Smodic

A noisy, wind in your hair 75mph is better than a quiet, calm 120mph any day.
Donald Evans

A two seat, manual transmission convertible, with a deep rich exhaust and excellent road handling, requiring constant love and attention.
Jim Crawl
1973 TR6

A British car will last forever if you can maintain it every week…

Exhaust note, wire wheels, tonneau half zipped, heat on full. When I park it, I always look back...
Charles Coombs
Spitfire mk.2

The smell of leather and oil, a throaty exhaust, and fast performance on a twisty road.
Andrew Deacon
From England, “the green and pleasant land”

Right hand drive,
Joe Zimmerman

The quintessential English sports car has to be a roadster, with the top down or even removed with he windows down. The tires have to be tall and 20” wheels with 20 series tires just look silly on any English roadster.
Dan Ore

Open cockpit, unique odor of leather and oil, tappet & valves rattle, exhaust roar. You know what gear you’re in.
Ralph Tella
1960 TR3A, 1973 TR6

Easy to work on, jumps all over the road, drafty and cold buy makes you feel so British when driving.
John Stanbrook (ex Pat)
1962, TR3B, Jaguar SS100 Replica

A British sports car is like a termpestuous lover, enormously engaging, seriously frustrating, and somehow always on your mind.
Guy Staff

A British Sports Car is an honest and simple machined designed to please the soul as much as to get you and your loved one to a destination.
Dave Herr
1965 TR4A, Spitfires

Embrace of sunned leather;
Aroma of gear oil, warmed wood, and wool;
Smiths gauges pulsing;
We hurtle through autumn leaves.
R. Larson

“There is more to life than increasing its speed”—Ghandi

Requires knowledge of choke to start, patience to withstand drafty windows & rain water intrusion, sacrifice soft comfort for exuberance

My ten year old TR3 at the time attracted [more] pretty girls than my brother‘s 10 year old Corvette. Just sayin....
Rich Rodnigk

If there is no oil under it, there is no oil in it... Wire wheels, British Racing Green and windscreens (Aero) on a country road
Brad Lynn
TR2 long door

Dashing through the Ohio snow in a TR4, slipping and sliding all the way home after a hard days work. Memories of my youth and my first car, a 1962 TR4.

The TR6 is the last of the full throated, hairy chested British sports cars! That is why my wife and I love it so!! And we have loved it since we bought it new in 1974!!!
Mark Jones

Quintessential—(need more than 20 words)
Since 1975, I’ve had a string of MGBs and TR6s (all drivers), so that’s my “box”. I’ve always loved the LBC club/supplier network.
Richard Townsend

Fingers oiled from the dipstick
Smell of raw exhaust
Feel of leather
Throaty idle, growling red line
Wind, Sun, Smile
Jeff McGovern
1974 TR6

Sitting low, the feel of leather, distinctive exhaust in my ears, top down with the breeze in your face, diamond oil tanning and American Chablis chilling—heading to the beach or the mountains, or work or even home—it doesn’t get any better. Pinch me, am I dreaming, as
I open the garage
Tim Geckler
1974 TR6 (original owner)

I have owned many cars, but none of them had perfect strangers talking to me at gas stations, stores, driving around like the British Sports cars! Anytime I stop someone comes up to me and wants to talk about the British Sports Car they or their dad or their roommate or their brother or their friend once had. I love this. These cars really made an impression on people and they still want to talk about them.
Tom Eller

There is only one thing better than driving a British sports car... and that is driving a British sports car with the top down!
1964 TR4

It’s cold outside. Feels even colder in the barn where the TR3 patiently awaits my attention. I head out to grab a wrench as thoughts of spring drives warm my soul.
Ed Oot

Style & grace engineered to race;
A discreet rumble rather than an obvious roar;
Problems aplenty but satisfaction galore
Don Sheehan

New friends with the same love—an old friend of 30 years I’ve never met—his catalog in the 90s that made me realize a Christmas Tree would fit in the trunk—the look on the Christmas Tree farm guy’s face when he saw what car we came in—the guy waling towards me at a gas station and I already know what he’s going to say
Sloane Pigg
1969 TR6

Rattle, bump. Transmission hump.
Wind in the hair that used to be there.
Spots on the drive that show its alive.
Now let’s find some curves.
Gary Hutchison
1973 TR6

I began the restoration of my 1963 TR4 in 1990. Availability of time and money have determined its completion—love and interest have NEVER waned. It may be in pieces, but they are ALL there. I have owned it since 1969.
Jim Mills
1963 TR4

Fall, brisk sunshine, twist key, Varoom! top down, check the Jaegars, BRG, spinning wires, explode & explore countryside twisties...TR3.
Michael Johnson

A Haiku
Sunshine in my face
A TR6 in my hands
Joyous in my heart.
Rodney Tomkins

You have a symbiotic relationship with adrenaline driving a British Sports Car. You need to pay attention all of the time. It takes effort to drive one. And that effort is rewarded with that rush... It won’t lull you to sleep.
Neal Johnson
1960 TR3

True love the first time I saw her in August ’78. Drove on my first date with my future wife. Mortgaged it to buy the engagement ring... she knew it was serious at last! Drove 90 miles in the rain at night after the top ripped off, the two of us wearing ponchos. Drove my children to school in it. Has always been a fixture in my garage. Things come and go out of our lives, but not the 6, my oldest child.
Terry Nobles
1973 TR6

One does not drive a British sports car, one puts it on like a favorite jacket. A loud, temperamental, frustratingly gorgeous jacket the one can never part with.
Terry Nobles
1973 TR6

Only a British Sports Car,
The gleam of a low sun across the bonnet,
Quivering gauge needles dancing against a soft wood patina,
Hood stowed, a spanner or two in the boot.
The engine growls as only it can,
Singing a song that no one mistakes for anything else.
Out into the early evening, shifter nestled in the palm just so,
Working the gearbox, heading t’ward the favored twisty back road,
The feel of macadam in the wheel, the day all but forgotten.
And the beginning—just a hint—of a grin.
Yet again.
Braxton O’Neal
1976 TR6

“Two seats, four speeds, throaty exhaust, no power assists, exciting to drive, a propensity to mark its territory when parked.
Dennis Kunkel
1959 TR3A

Quints of Triumph
Bonnet to boot, wings swept lines...windscreens, front and dickie; Motor ticking over, hint of petrol. No banger, my roadster!
Pete McHugh
TR-1800, TR6 Spitfire GT6 and one damned Morgan

Other car makers strive to isolate you from your world as if they are doing you a favor. However, we are only on this Earth for a short time after which we all will be, at least physically, immersed in quiet and isolation for eternity. British cars such as Triumph, Jaguar, and Lotus—all have common DNA which is about intentionally connecting our senses with smells of leather and oil, the feel of exhilarating motion and handling, the feel and control of the gears, the sounds of pleasurable exhaust notes, all of which is packaged in a body shape that typically stands out from the pack with the flair of a vibrant fashion model. When you are driving a British car down your favorite roadway, there is absolutely no doubt that your soul is alive.
Dan Devito
TR6, Jaguar, Lotus Elise

Always turns heads, brings smiles, and garners a frequent “thumbs up.” And always the question, “What year is it?”
Tim Rei
1968 TR250

A British Sports Car: the place in your mind where wind, sun, and he aroma of burnt oil wash over you while enjoying speed, flowing lines, and beauty—just before breaking down!
Bruce Piper
1968 TR250
1966 E-Type OTS image of seductive attraction exuding a mystery that once experienced, becomes an extension of the arms, legs, and senses...
Dan Murray
TR4A, TR250

Qualities so cherished in our British sports cars really go far beyond that distinct smell of hot oil, leather, “snick-snick” sound of four speed shifting and sight of wire wheels spinning, even further than the exuberant driving excitement that far exceeds actual physical performance. There is one pure and essential quality involved, and that is allowing you to feel “as one” with your car. It’s a relationship. It’s almost as if the car knows you! Truly! It seems to sense you when you approach and even be happy to see you. It feels you in the seat, your hands on the wheel, your feet on the pedals, and your hand on the shifter. It responds according to your mood. It reacts to your input, as an extension of your very nervous system. You are together, and whatever your mood, you will feel a better man when you step out. Thank you for the ride. It also looks back at YOU.
Robert Pace

I have an English girlfriend. She is 43.5 years old. She requires my constant love, affection, and attention. She also very much adores it when I spend large amounts of money on her. She returns my affections by allowing me to put her top down and accompanying me on long rides over back country roads, weather permitting of course. She is not a Queen as you may have guessed. However, she does especially enjoy taking to my Club where she sits in the parking lot and receives accolades of affectionate compliments and inquiries from a number of the interested members. My only disappointment in her is she insists on wearing a bonnet and a boot. She also has four wings with a propeller included, and I have yet to be able to get her off the ground. She is a 1973 TR6 with an original leftover 1972 engine. I should have known.
Dennis C. Diehl
1973 TR6

Easy to work on. Fun to drive. Throaty exhaust sounds. Twisty back country roads. Oil drips on the driveway. Head turners & friendship makers. A disease that affects you—now I’ve got 6!
Joel Justin
TR2, Etc.

There once was a driver named Parr
Who had, all in boxes, a car
“For there will come a day,
I’ll be able to say,
‘I own and I drive a Tee Arr!’”
Bob Groman

Frustration relief, Nothing beats 2 lane back road at speed, hanging on for dear life with the sounds and smells of a British car. Great for blocking out the outside world.
Tom Kennedy
1960 TR3A, 1973 GT6

What other car in the world can you reach down and put your cigar out on the pavement and pick up liter at the same time?

I love my TR6. Unlike my other cars I know what every part on it is for but, unlike my other cars I have had to touch every part of it.
Pam Bilinski

The look,
The feel,
The smell,
The exhaust note,
wind in my face,
No top or windows,
Real love for my TR3.
Dave Kulac

Purchased in ’87; Great body but smoked like a diesel. With help from TRF, new short block, et al, electronic ignition. Still measure gas level with paint stirrer. Recently ran out of gas in my college town. Co-ed lacrosse player gave me a ride hone on the back of her scooter, I may not fix my gas gauge.
Tom Moriarty
1960 TR3

It should be any colour except black
It should be a convertible
It should be low, sleek, and go vroooom
And it shouldn’t have a computer controlling anything
Paul Forster
1972 TR6, 1977 Spitfire

“A relationship with a British sports car is like one with a good dog. Your loyal mechanical companion needs you for its care and feeding, but rewards you with making you feel connected to life, and that you’re a better driver than you probably are. You just feel in your bones that together, you are champions.”
Dean Seavers

The sweet sound of the engine upon acceleration.
The burble of the Strombergs when downshifting.
Every day in my Triumph is a holiday.
Ken Schirmuhly
1974 TR6

Joy in connection and motion. Further explanations are wasted, especially to those excited by driving fast briefly in straight lines.
Dave Waldorf

Crikey! The bloody bugger won’t start!!!!
Colin Gentle
1961 TR3, 1970 240Z

Smell of gasoline and oil, wind in your hair, rain in your lap, drafty, always traveling with tools. The “Siren beckons,” Adventure awaits!
Bill Lynn (a.k.a. Walter Mitty)
1953 TR2, 1954 TR2

The motoring world is full of sports cars of one kind or another. Only a Classic British Sports Car brings with itself a lifelong lifestyle.
Alec Pringle

British sports cars are like English girls, beautiful but fickle. But with cars you can have a harem.
Robert W. Fabec

The true quintessence of a British sports car is the way it transmutes pain into pleasure. It will freeze you and burn you, jolt, jar and deafen you, skin your knuckles at least and try to kill you at worst. It will take all your money and give you nothing in return but blood, toil, tears and sweat. And you will love it...
Jonathan Petterson
New Zealand

Forty-five years and two other sports cars later, she still says “The TR6 is my favorite. Every time I sit in it, I’m 25 again.”
Paul & Logene Williams

There are cars less expensive, there are cars faster, there are some cars that corner faster, there are some that require less diligent attention. But from Detroit iron to Italian dilettantism to German precision, there has never been a car that produces that same level of frisson, mechanical engagement combined with a sense of fun at all possible speeds.
Doug Curran

An English sports car is built to be nimble on winding, narrow roads. The gearshift falls easily to hand, encouraging spirited motoring. The driver delights in taking back roads just to hear the rise and fall of the engine and exhaust note. Enjoyment is magnified with the top down.
Larry Griffin
1971 TR6

Ratio of driving to fettling—not good, both a pleasure nonetheless.
Andrew Willmott, UK

It’s got to be the TR6. Fell in loved first time I saw one driven by someone in high school. The look, way it sounds and drives says it all. Broke my heart when I turned 16 in May ‘6 & the last TR6 rolled off assembly line. Took me 40 more years to get not one but two within two weeks. Would have more if I had somewhere to park them!
Jeff Picklesimer
TR6 x 2

“That look on the little kids face when he sees her is the same as the look on the fellows face who walks up and says, ‘I remember....’ Then you realize it is the same look that you have while you are driving your Little British Car. Memories last forever.”
Marty Jones
1960 TR3A, 1962 TR3B

Push to start. The button not the car
Scan the gauges
Fuel—1/4 tank Good (better get gas just in case)
Oil 70 PSI Good for now
Temp—OK but better keep an eye on this one
Amp—The needle has a nervous twitch but it’s on the side
Tap brake pedal—did the amp gauge twitch Brake lights working
Rev Counter—1000 rps. Stick toe under accelerator pedal—Pull back 700rpm rood
Place in gear and pull away. Now this is fun!
Scan the gauges again and again and again
Wait! What was that noise? Is that a new noise?
Marty Jones
1960 TR3A, 1962 TR3B

It’s like marriage, a relationship of love, joyous moments, along with the challenges of making it work. Age brings on its own beauty but eventually the chassis will creak and groan. Till death do us part, and we’ll see who goes first—me or my Triumphs!!
Gary R. Burniske

For Sale
Low mileage (second time around), minor restoration required, runs great (when and if it runs). A/C works in winter...Best offer.
Forrest C. Shields

When the IRS in a TR6 gives the “hitch” midway through a hard turn, it is like the great golfer Arnold Palmer giving that hitch to his pants when he is in a charge for a win!
Ron Hankins

We bond with them;
Stirring sensations—sound, smell, feel,
Mechanical accessibility,
enlist our tinkering.
Carriers of memories past.
John LaBarbera

It’s the feel of the car, the use of all your senses, both driving and working on it.
Peter Gulash
1970 MGB-GT, 1974 TR4

“Wind, throaty sounding revs, sun, rolling twisting road, excited yet at peace, a teenager again... maybe, just maybe forever.”
Peter Cholakis

Hark! The Herald axle springs...
Sag as the differential sings...
I think it’s time to give it wings!
Daniel Rossi
Triumph Herald?

Most fun you can have at 40 miles per hour. Life threatening at 65.
Tod Aufiero

Love of Triumphs
One Red one Blue
Expand the Garage to fit the two
Tops down chargers running
Can’t wait summer coming
Art Finkle 1976 TR6 Blue
J.M. 1974 TR6 Red

Cruising with a smile, until the problem starts. Curse and wrench until it’s fixed. Down the road we go, smiling again.
Steve Landersman
TR6, A-H Sprite, XJR

Flat cap and driving gloves in an open car—the “hood” is never used. Skillful, heel-toe, double-clutch downshifting.
Michael Wolf

Radial tires allow a 30 mph corner to bve safely taken at 40. Laycock overdrive operating on 2 or more gears.
Michael Wolf

All pistons firing...miles of bonnet leading with lovely, unfailing smiles for the journey ahead with leather, oil, aromas rising...
Rick Wojan
1972 E-Type V-12

What doest thou want more
Aye a car from British shore
That bringan great joy
Gerald C. Lang

The trust be told, a British Sports car is all about the girls. In 1971 I owned a 1964 TR4, What do I remember most about it? One beautiful sunny day in July, I stopped to get some ice cream. When I returned to the car, there were two beautiful girls sitting in it. They asked to go for a ride, and we did, and then we ....

I drip, squeak, rattle, smoke, and wobble. When it rains I leak. When it is not raining I am drafty. My heater fan squeals at low speed and squeals more at high speed. My interior is cold in the winter and hot in the summer. My radio doesn’t work most of the time and my human can’t hear it when it does. My paint has runs, cracks, nicks, and scratches. My doors sag and my mirrors droop. My frame is, well, I need to see a surgeon. My seals are old and dry so they don’t. I leave three distinct splotches on the garage floor or anywhere else I stop. My bushes are mostly bushed. My dampers hardly damp. My electrics are hardly electrifying. My trafficators often require directional assistance of my human’s arm. My bonnet latches on the wrong side, so my human keeps telling me. All this and I still get the garage!
Gary Moschetta

My 45 year-old girl friend awaits, patiently in the garage, awaiting for an outing.
It‘s been really cold lately, and she feels abandoned.
Yesterday, I replaced the heater control valve cable that was frozen.
It was supposed to be 30 overnite, it was 18 when I got up.
It was time to go for my doctor‘s appointment, my daily driver outside was buried in ice.
I made the obvious choice, I fired her up.
By the time I pulled out of the neighborhood, winding her up to 4k on the tach,
the familiar smell of oil, grease, exhaust wafting thru my nose.
The devil‘s horn sprouting on my head let me know I made the right choice!
Lloyd Williams
1971 GT6

The quintessential qualities of my bright yellow 44 year old British Car,
are the same as those of drinking fine Kentucky Bourbon from a mason jar.
The first golden sip of the aromatic sweet maple and chared oak taste,
are like the deep throaty sound the aftermarket headers, dual exhaust, and quad pipes makes.
For the Bourbon took at least four years in a charred oak barrel to age,
Triumph took at least that long to design rear socks that squats like an ape.
I bought my magnificent yellow ‘73 TR6 brand new in April of ‘74,
with dual Stromberg carbs feeding six cylinders with a four on the floor.
My car has rack and pinion steering, wire wheels, and doors that don‘t close very tight,
the Kentucky Bourbon smells of sweet yellow corn and just a hint of perfume from a lady of the night.
It has a long sleek hood with a short low trunk that‘s so pleasing to the eye,
like the clear mason jar with Kentucky Bourbon you just have to smile and give it a try.
Lloyd Sutton
1973 TR6

Top down and you fall into the seat, where you pull the choke, and turn the key. The starter whirs and the cough and catch of the motor brings an exhaust note that excites. Back out of the garage as the gears whine their low song. Out on the road with the sun shining, you smell the oil, and feel the heat, hearing a clunk and occasional squeak. The quirks and repairs you need to do are quickly forgotten as you cruise on the road less traveled, touring back in time, as much as down the country lane. An experience and a pleasure that can only be explained by saying, “Because it’s British.”

Steve Landersman
TR6, MGB, Healey Sprite, XJR

I hosted an exchange student for a weekend and he showed a large interest in my 59‘ TR3 or as he called it “The Trumpet.” I decided to take him to a British car show that Sunday with my father. We got together a mini grill and some hot dogs to grill out at the show. When we arrived at the show we realized the grill had been left. Jokingly I said to my father “well we can just roast the dogs over a burning British car. It‘s bound to happen at some point.” We had a good laugh. Ironically around 12:30 we noticed an orange MGB had some nice campfire sized flames sprouting from the engine compartment. The exchange student then said, “Should I get the hot dogs?!!” Turns out he knew more about British Cars than we thought...
Ryan Thomas

Most of the senses in play: An array of gauges. The tactual nearly vertical steering wheel, gear change lever and overdrive switch at hand, driver’s thigh pressing against the central tunnel, unseen pedals in position; Sound of gears, wind, intake and exhaust; Smell of age, petroleum, tires and countryside. Now that my friends is the “Quintessential British Sports Car”!
-Paul McBride, 1957 TR3

British Cars. The smell, the sound, the feel, all bring you back to a simpler time, a time when self-reliance and pluck were honorable character traits.
Glenn Paskow
76 TR6 current
58 TR3A former

The quintessential quality of a British sports car is that by design, it delivers more fun from less car.

My first memory of my husband was that of him leaping from his Triumph, doors left closed, top down, allowing for his exit and entrance. Our treasured car has built memories over decades, memories that are precious, memories that fill our hearts and, when we close our eyes we are transported to multitudes of wonderful times in our lives. Thank you L.B.C.
Penny Herman

Top down, rustling wind
Dashboard instruments, long bonnet
S.U. Carbs, throaty roar
Leather, hot oil
Seated low and close
Glancing looks
Freedom and adventure.
Howard Dixon

?No heat , push start , wipers quit again
Smell of burning oil on manifold
I’m in love with her
Arleigh Cottrell

Best TR3A on West Coast of Vancouver Island
except Steve Galloway‘s.
Raced in 60‘s by Bud Inglin against the best.
Best drive to Long Beach with fair damsel,see Japan.
Enjoy drive, but don‘t stay.
Charles, I was fortunate to have best English teacher.
Taught Nun‘s priest tale & Richard 111.
Simon, Canada

“Like flying a Piper Cub. Both hands, both feet, eyes, ears, and nose all fully engaged.”
Rob Crane
59 MGA, 2 TR4‘s, Sunbeam Alpine, 66 MGB, 67MGB, 71 GT6+ Then 45 years of Volvos, Subarus and pickups and now a 74 TR6

The Quintessential British Car
At 66 years old and retired, I decided I wanted a car that I can work on, cherish, show and just in general lavish love upon. So I started to think of what would be the requirements of such a car... hummmm, well first of all as I said it must be something I can work on with simple tools and an open repair manual.
Next it must have a top that is guaranteed to keep more water in than out.
It must have electrics by the Prince of Darkness, need I say the name...
It has to have a pair of the worlds simplest carburetors that are impossible to keep in sync.
It will require me to purchase a drip pan for the garage floor.
And above all it has to make all the right noises from the engine and transmission.
So my garage is now filled with a 1966 MGB, let’s see, check, check, check, check and check...
And you can’t get the smile off my face.
Lou Figone

December chinook blows in - temperature up to +5 and sunny. ‘70 TR6 top down - starts and idles.
Back out and burble through suburbia to the highway.
Turn west toward the Rockies and the grin factory known as ‘doing donuts on Ghost Lake‘.
This could become a tradition!
Murray Mitchell

‘Twas a short time until Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse!

Our tires were all checked and the radiators too,
We covered them all up to protect them from dew!

Our cars were all parked for the winter with care,
In hopes that the new Cruise Season soon would be there!

When out on the road we heard really loud noise,
It was a TR3 with the top down — one of Bill‘s toys!

The man had to be nuts for driving around,
But he will go anywhere just to hear that sound!

He was all bundled up from head to foot,
Just trying to keep warm, the silly old coot!

The smile on his face was something to see,
He was just driving along, he had somewhere to be!

His eyes — how they twinkled! His face like a berry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

He was driving around with his little round belly,
You could tell he has been eating more than just jelly!

But I think I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!

Bill Johnson...

Want to take a ride?
Fluids on the garage floor...
Not this time matey!
Dave Stovall

First car at 15.
Second car at 16. TR3A.
34 cars, mostly British, later.
18 motorcycles, British and Spanish, later.
It is the TR3 that has been the constant in my life.
Ended high school in it. Through college in it. Met and dated Brenda in it.
All the really important conversations with my children happened when we took "a drive" in the TR together.
Dash fire in 1990. Finished rebuild, mostly, in time for first West Coast VTR National in 1993. Thanks for the help Charles!
The smell of unburned hydrocarbons, oil warming and leather on start up, an aphrodisiac.
Toodling around the north Cascade foothills looking for some dive to have coffee and pie in, heaven.
Now retired together, she is getting some much needed TLC.

Lynn Dykgraaf
Oct. 1957 TR3A
My birthday, July 1957.

Learning to carry speed through turns, driving with one hand on the wheel and the other holding the side curtain in, coming to a full stop to engage first gear, watching your tachometer for the perfect shift, figuring out what caused it to stop and leave you on the side of the road, having people yell, “I used to have one of those,” at stop signs, pouring through forum posts to find another soul that has fixed your problem, making sure the floor is protected when you park anywhere but your garage, driving in a light rain rather than taking the time to put the top up, finding people to balance and change a tire on a wire wheel, deleting the radio so you can listen to the sounds the car is making, having enough tools and electrical spares with you to “carry on”, fixing a problem in a parking lot with a crowd watching, finding a rare accessory on EBay at a great price, letting kids or their parents sit in your car and take pictures, getting together with other British car owners for any reason, convincing your wife this is the last money we need to spend on the car. The list is endless.
Chip Hanback
1952 MGTD, 1969 Triumph TR6, 1969 MGBGT, 1977 MGB, 1997 Jaguar XJ6

“Bonnet to boot, wings swept lines...windscreens, front and dickie; Motor ticking over, hint of petrol. No banger, my TR roadster!”
Pete McHugh, TR-1800, TR-6, Spit, GT-6 and one darned Morgan

Where is there a long tunnel, so I may hear her a little louder, just a short time longer.
Keith Hultquist

Get in and feel 18 again, try to get out and feel 80 but with a smile only a fine British roadster can give you
Dan Anderson

Touching the ground, getting married so you always have someone to help bleed the brakes, the smell of 90w, history teacher asking if your car has a muffler, the wind winding your young daughter’s hair like a corkscrew, 9 dollar recaps, sounds that make you grin, thumbs up from strangers. ( Can’t be done in 20 words, sorry .)
Tom Blackwood
TR4 - Some 48 Years have Passed

Born in 64 and titled 66 was the the crazy norm for the times. Someone had repainted you by the time you arrived at my home just several years after birth. From Wedgwood to Navy blue but I will never know why because you were really never damaged or wrecked. You took me oh so fearlessly around in high school and college to the mountains, the sea and anywhere I wanted to go. Somehow I never worried about you breaking down for well over 100,000 miles of your life across the southeastern US. Then I started work and you retired to stay with my dad as he retired for the remainder of his aging life. He always loved to tinker with you to keep you going for him and I moved on to your then younger brother, a Navy TR6. Then mom passed away and I moved you into temp storage refusing to sell the memory. In early 2016 I retired with a strong commitment to restore you to the condition when you arrived in the states. You are getting there my old friend and I will return to a condition even better than my aging memory of your glory when you arrived at my home that first day.
Gene Rayle.

The quintessential quality of a British sports car is that by design, it delivers more fun from less car.