Maybe it's time to tell my TR3 story. Suffice it to say I was the
third passenger, sitting on the trunk with my legs down in the
passenger seating area, when we hit the curb I was airborne, flipped
and stuck the landing
Dave in Houston
Well, to each their own I guess. I used to have a '56 Austin-Healy
100/6...I never again want to deal with side curtains, stow in the trunk
tops or wire spoke wheels. I liked the electric overdrive though.
My TR3 had electric overdrive too. It was like having a 7 speed
transmission. After replacing the solenoid which engaged it twice, I
just punched a hole in the hump and attached a piece of haywire with a
loop on the end. It worked fine but was not the same as having a
Like I'd want to have to live with Lucas electrics again!
I learned my [very expensive] lesson when at the tender [and naive] age of
19 I bought a 5-year old '64 TR4A, complete with wire wheels and 65k miles
or so. The very first day I discovered there were loose teeth floating
around in the rear end. When one would catch in the ring and pinion it
would lock up the rear end which would invite the right rear wire wheel to
spin itself off the drum. I watched it go rolling through a shallow
roadside ditch and jump the barbed wire fence. Probably rolled another
hundred yards or so. I was able to put it back on the car and I did make it
home w/o further incident. That was the first trip to the salvage yard and
the seller agreed to cut and move the axle saddles to fit. The rear axle
continued to "rock" some for the remainder of it's life with me.
Down the road I managed to break the crank it that POS - right over the
front main. It continued to run but sounded like a tank. Another trip to
the salvage yard. IIRC the junkyard crank cost me $65 which seemed like a
lot in 1970. That rebuild also required a salvaged block ("Gee, I've never
seen a block warp like this.") and a J.C.Whitney catalogue. I also learned
that the mid-main would bolt on either way you placed it but that the crank
it would only spin if it was on the correct way. Who would have guessed?
Before I unloaded it towards the end of 1971 I managed to burn it up,
cracking the head in the process. The temp gauge had long since quit and
when the thermostat gasket gave way . . . well, I WAS late for work that
morning. When I pulled into the parking lot after five or six miles on I-10
at 70+ mph the blue smoke poured up through the transmission tunnel. All
that was after the broken crankshaft rebuild. I learned the hard way what
polarizing (?) the voltage regulator meant - it meant buying one twice.
Took $150 for it but still owed the credit union several hundreds of
dollars for the repair loans. Good riddance. Took me more than year to
finish off the loans. In early 1972 I bought my first new car, a '72 Celica
and moved on.
No more British cars for me. Did I mention the body rust on The
Dave in Houston
Pretty much guaranteed you dodged a bullet.
When we bought ours, the deal was exactly the opposite, the dealer was
offering what appeared to be a great deal on them. Should have known we
were in for trouble when I had to take the car back the following Monday
because one of the turn indicators wasn't working (missing bulb) and a
couple other nitnoid things were wrong with a brand new car.
If you're going to be dumb, you better be tough
Since we were shopping in mid/late '86, it might have been an '87 model we
were looking at -- in any event, I'm almost sure that it was the first year
they were sold in the U.S., so the dealer apparently thought he could get list
price for it. Perhaps he could; perhaps he did -- but not from me. :-)
Know what you mean. I often hum a tune for similar reasons. The words go
Over there, over there,
Send the word, send the word over there -
That the Yanks are coming,
The Yanks are coming,
The drums rum-tumming
So prepare, say a pray'r,
Send the word, send the word to beware.
We'll be over, we're coming over,
And we won't come back till it's over
On Thu, 30 Jul 2009 10:17:00 -0700, Robatoy wrote:
Every time I visit the local Triumph dealer, I salivate like Pavlov's
dogs. OK, some of the new stuff is a bit radical for my taste, but the
Thunderbird/Bonnieville look alikes are almost as they used to be. Even
got a scrambler model.
Guess I'll have to wait till my wife wins the lottery - in the meantime
I'm still loving my old '78 SR500 thumper. I've had it since '83!
Intelligence is an experiment that failed - G. B. Shaw
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