Throwing this in Chit-Chat because it’s a funny story. I brought home a Triumph GT6 on 4th of July weekend. My dad came over for my daughter’s Birthday party August 1, and took the GT6 out for a spin at the end of the day. My dad has never been a “car guy” and has never made an Illogical or impractical decision in his life. But, he has always had a soft spot for little sports cars.
I asked him what he thought of the GT6 and he said “if I get back in that thing, I’m driving it home.”
Three days later I get a text from my mom: “You’ve created a monster, your father won’t stop looking at British sports cars on the internet.”
So, like the good enabler that I am, I showed my dad, who doesn’t have facebook, or a cell phone, how to use Facebook Marketplace from my mom’s account. My mom (who knows nothing about cars) then had to become a begrudging middleman in my dad’s Facebook care negotiations.
And, a few weeks later, I’m one of the most unprecedented about-faces in my family’s history, my dad is now a British car guy. We dragged home a 1964 TR4 on Saturday…
Almost lost the hard top on 295 and got to endure my second experience backing a 48” track width car down a trailer with a 43” gap in the middle… but, my dad is a happy guy, with a toy that will keep him plenty busy in retirement.