by Mario Somoza My father, Francisco “Cuco” Somoza, was a dentist by profession and a diehard sports car enthusiast. He was a very successful rally driver in the late ’60s and ’70s, winning several of the biggest rallies on our native island of Puerto Rico and a few races across the Caribbean. Through those years,…
by Dana Caruso My father started collecting Triumph wrecks in 1970, piecing together several fully formed cars of the spare parts. I was gifted with a TR4A in British Racing Green, my brother got a red TR4A, and my sister a blue TR250. I drove that car every day down the winding Merritt Parkway to…
by Mike Harton I didn’t have a car of my own throughout high school, but it was not as if I didn’t have something to drive. My dad customized a ’50 Chevy pickup, which I drove to my graduation banquet, and a cool ’57 Ranchero, which I got to use whenever I had a date….
by Nick Ginsberg Dedicated to my grandmother, Susan Babbitz (1944–2020) and my grandfather, Stephen Babbitz (1943–2024) September 14, 1976, two days after my grandma’s birthday, an ivory 1952 MGTD became part of our family. We still have the bill of sale—my grandpa paid $1,000 for it. Growing up, I’d heard stories from my mom and…
By Ken Tanner My MG number 1 is a 1951 MG TD. I started to rebuild it in 1962 at the age of 15 when my Dad said, “If you can fix it, it is yours”. Unfortunately, my brother had a minor accident and damaged the front-right section of the car which I…
