Triumph TR2



Hot damn, that's a beautiful car.  I've got a passion for English sportscars.  Wish I still owned this baby.  Photo:  Eastern Oregon camping trip circa 1973.

Yes, I'm photo archieving - boxes and boxes of them.

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Anonymous said…
Is that the car that the hood flew off?
Tue Mar 19, 11:22:00 AM
Stephanie said…
Absolutely - it happened on the freeway, loaded to the gills, during a house move. On the same day, car stopped running and I coasted off the freeway to the nearest house (downward, ha!), and went knocking on a door to borrow some pliers. Some necessary spring to fuel line had detached - and for some exceedingly odd reason I knew how to find and fix the problem. Also the same car whose side curtains were stolen - the villains.
Tue Mar 19, 12:33:00 PM
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