I was trying to coax the car my better half left me to the gas station before the last fumes were spent when I see what looked like my first car turning in from the other direction. As the gas is pumping I strolled over and became the other side of the "back in the day" conversaion we all seem to be so familiar with.
His was a beautifully restored 1965 Triumph Spitfire Mk I (sorry, I didn't have a camera with me, it looked pretty much exactly like this one)
Mine was a Mk II, more like
though red like the first, and though pretty rough it was a high schooler's pride and joy.
Nostalgia slapped me hard, taking me back 30 years in an instant. So many times I've wished I could have kept her, but she was a money pit - in the shop more often than on the road. Ended up selling her to a neighbor did full strip down restorations; never got to see the results.
