Monday, September 24, 2012

The Good Old Days


The only car I ever truly loved: My 1974 Triumph TR-6, which after three clutches and nearly 200,000 miles decided not to run anymore. This was taken in '76 I believe and sent to me by my nephew (in the jump seat behind my niece in the front). Beside him, barely seen, is my youngest son and in the back, my oldest. My nephew and niece's Granddad is leaning on the car and I'm behind the wheel.