by Kevin Jeffers It was a hot and humid July day in 1974 when the shiny mimosa yellow 1973 Triumph TR6 cruised slowly past the crowds at the St. Matthews Parish Festival. The driver crept along, only wishing that someone he knew would notice him. I had just detailed the TR6 for my neighbor Jeff…
by Brandon Butcher I’ve dreamt of writing the story of my Papa’s 1963 TR4 for years, but never did I think it would be against the backdrop of a wildfire. My “Papa,” Jack Butcher, passed away in 2014 at the age of 88. Born in rural Kentucky alongside his sister Doris, Jack enlisted in the…
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 David Mathias I don’t think my wife, Amber, ever rode in a British sports car before she met me, and surprisingly, twenty years later, we’re still married. We live for the months in Upper Michigan where we can drive for miles and miles on the winding roads surrounded by tall pines, lakes, rivers, and…
by Gary Murray When George Melton first caught sight of the little red Triumph TR3A sitting in that Peoria used car lot in 1960, he knew instantly it had to be his. The sports car with just 1,500 miles on the odometer had been spotted by George’s father, who understood his son’s appreciation for fine…
Stu Lasswell When asked, “What is it that you love so much about British sports cars?” I think the answer is right there in the name: SPORTS car! Sport, by definition, usually means some form of competition. For automobiles, that means racing! And when it comes to the cars we all own, know, and love,…
by Matthew Edwards Rote sayings, endless repetitions, and patterns are the benchmarks in my son’s life. When he stopped talking at two years old, we feared he had damaged his hearing, but the truth was he was autistic. There is a huge spectrum of autism, but my son is on the higher-support-needs end of autism….
by David Mathias It’s mid-November and I live in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. This morning I showed a friend a picture that was taken yesterday of me driving my 1952 MGTD down a country road in the snow. I was simply test driving it, but he asked if it was going to be my winter car….
by Amanda Lundquist Despite being well-known in the classic car community, British Racing Green has a bit of an air of mystery to it. It’s immediately recognizable, and yet many colors bear its name, from the lighter GN. 25 to the deep, almost black tones seen on Jagaurs. There are often jokes on forums wishing…
by David Mathias Over the decades I have owned literally dozens of British and German sports cars. I can’t say this without likening myself to a character in Aesop’s Fables about the grasshopper and the ant. The ant is wise. He works hard, saves his money and is both thrifty, conservative and probably drives a…
