Well everyone, I survived the trip - all 800 miles of it.
Thanks to the work, advice, and roadside guidance of Fred Thomas I am now
the proud owner of a 1958 Signal Red Triumph TR3 with Tan interior and
overdrive. Practically everything about the car has been lovingly cared
for and rebuilt and yet I still managed to break parts of it. Here's the
story:
Several months ago I began asking the list for referrals on a project car.
I received word from many of you and there were some very good offers.
Fred, however, came through with a car that exceeded my expectations by
miles. Overdrive, great paint, rebuilt engine, clean. I waited VERY
patiently for 2 months while Fred and the seller Tim McArtor worked on the
car to make SURE it was road worthy so I could drive it home. I offered to
get it transported - but NO. Fred has a saying - there's only 2 ways to do
something a) the right way and b) the wrong way. So Wayne gets to wait.
And wait. Last weekend the wait was over and I flew to Washington DC to
look at the car. On Friday night I stayed over with an English Friend of
mine. He's a good laugh and we went out for a nice dinner. Then a few
drinks. Well - lots of drinks - so many in fact that I can't remember
anything past 1am. We got home around 2:30 - 3:30 apparently. Within a few
hours 2 *hurting* Brits are on their way to Fredericksburg, VA. We end up
being an hour late. Beautiful country - especially compared to my "native"
plains.
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