We started the restoration of Linda Allen’s 1970 TR6 in 2011. She bought this car new in Meridian, Mississippi, off the showroom floor for $3,625 in June of 1970. After 40+ years of driving, it was time to restore the old girl (meaning the car) to showroom condition. We finished the project in June of…
Prior to the much anticipated millennium, this my 15-year chronicle started to unfurl. It began innocently enough with a brisk drive here in North Idaho at an excursion with Northwest British Classics. The next day, I heard a knocking sound emanating from under the bonnet of my 1971 Triumph TR6 when I first fired it…
Are you having trouble installing your new seat diaphragm to an assembled seat? Try this: modify a large (preferably old) screwdriver by cutting a slot in the blade to accept the diaphragm hook. This is then used to force the side hooks into place. On my TR6, it was preferable to turn the front and back…
I enjoy getting your newsletter very much and when it arrives I devour it cover to cover! I especially enjoy the Tech Tips and Under the Bonnet features and get a lot of useful information from them. Owning a 1976 MG Midget can be quite a challenge at times! Recently every 50 miles or so,…
I admit to being a scrounger, cheapskate, skinflint, and hand-me-down king! I have shelves of worn out Triumph parts I just can’t throw away. Anyone out there need a TR3 brake caliper with a ruined hydraulic fixture, drilled out by a ham-fisted mechanic? Or a worn out water pump, or…the list goes on. In the…
I bought my 1980 MGB a year ago from a very honest guy who was open to showing me all the problems as well as the good points of the car. He informed me that all of the light bulbs had been tested and replaced, but the turn signals still didn’t work! After buying the…
After many, many years of pining for a TR6, I was finally able to acquire a 1973 in remarkably good condition, which I drove to and fro along back roads and byways at breathtaking speeds. For four years, my manly mallard-hued motor was a ready companion, never failing to start, never failing to run, never…
My Dad came with me when I purchased my first car. It was a 1967 Mustang that I couldn’t wait to trade for my 1966 Spitfire. Later I sold the Spitfire to my Cousin John Riley and told him he had to whack the wheel caps with this rubber mallet that I provided to keep…
January 2014: So there I sat, engulfed with despair, with only the memories of my dad to reflect upon. Although our vocations and interest differed greatly, during visits, the conversation would eventually gravitate toward automotive sports and vehicular adventures. His funeral now over, I needed a project to focus on and the healing process to…
I’m an empty-nester as I write this. My last child left home this past weekend and, like her three sisters before her, she will never return to live with me though I may see her from time to time. The move came suddenly, unexpectedly, as her 18th year in my house approached. One day I…
