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Love it. My dad had 2 TR4’s when I was a kid. His buddy had a Spitfire and a TR6. I too used to sit in it and pretend I was driving. And then…….. one day I got out and it rolled off the end of the driveway, down a hill and into a tree. The headlights were looking at each other. I was 4 years old , still surprised I saw 5. Now I tell my dad he can thank me for him learning to fix carsMy eldest brother bought a Triumph Herald in '66. His number came up in the draft in '67. He took me aside before he left and told me not to let Dad sell it while he was in Vietnam and be sure to take care of it. I took him seriously. I was in second grade. Two years later, I'm all grown up as a 4th grader and thought of it as mine... I used to sit in it and imagine driving it. My brother comes home, says thanks and drives it away. Never to return home. I had grown attached to that car! But I got over it. I was happy he came home in one piece. It looked like this one:
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I think that's how I got the bug for British roadsters. I had a few of them during my high school and college years.
