Not sure if it was the after effects of a recent knee operation making me feel
that at 61 I should start reliving my youth but I recently went out looking at
a couple of classic British sports cars. Both cars were private sales and both
within a few kilometres of where I live. The first was a 1967 Triumph TR4A.
Nice looking car but it had been a recently imported Californian car and was
still lefthand drive. Which in itself is not a problem and can be driven as is on
Australian roads, but made the wife feel a little uneasy in the passenger seat
facing the oncoming traffic directly. The car needed a new paint job to make it
tiptop but was generally in good condition. Hadn't driven a Triumph since the
Spitfire I owned in the seventies.
The second car was by far my favourite. A 1960 MGA 1600. This car was in magnificent condition, a really georgeuos car.
I was so rapt I made the owner an offer of $25 000 knowing that he wanted a few grand more than that but hoping he
might just weaken. Of course he didn't and I couldn't justify spending over $25 000 on a car which I would likely just drive
on the occasional weekend so sadly I left it behind for some other lucky bugger to own.
