May 19, 2008 Monday

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In December 1972, a bit over a year outa college, I exercised my new-found materialism and bought something I'd wanted for years - a British sports car.

It was a Triumph TR-6, and I drove it for twelve years, until things started going wrong. When the brakes finally failed and I couldn't fix them myself, I parked it in the garage, fully intending to get back to it reasonably soon.

But it sat there for the next 22 years (until last September) until I decided to do something about it. I got it back last month and it runs like new. Still, I've been cautious about when and where I drive it, never venturing more than ten miles from home.

Until Saturday.

There was a British sports car gathering fifty miles away. No fees or pre-registration or competition. Just show up. So I did.

Weatherwise it was great - sunny and not too hot. I took the windingest back roads with the top down and my ancient little car performed as it was designed to 35 years ago.

So I spent a coupla hours photographing Jaguars, Austin-Healys, MGs, Lotuses, Aston-Martins, Rolls Royces and Triumphs, then headed home.

And the trip home was just as much fun :)