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<div class="moz-cite-prefix">On 12/23/18 8:44 PM, dave wrote:<br>
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As my son is now bringing this beast home, he relayed an
interesting story from the now previous owner.
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<div>Apparently back in the 70s, when these were just old cars,
he came upon a derelict tr3 by the side of the road. It had a
factory hard top. Which is now on this car. </div>
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<div>I think we used to call that "midnight auto supply. "</div>
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<p>My garage find found me while I was at a gas station. The owner
asked me if I wanted another one. He had to move for a new job on
short notice and had a non-running TR3A in the garage he needed to
get rid of quickly. The car was complete and basically just worn
out. It needed a drive train, suspension and brake system rebuild
plus new paint. The engine had not been started in over a decade.
The car was one of those projects the buyer never got around to
doing. But it did have a good complete hard top and excellent
condition factory leather seats, the same colour as mine. Mine had
really bad reproduction springs that was like sitting on a pad of
jello. He offered it to me for $300 if I could get it off the
property before the end of the week. $300 changed hands and I
towed it home. The body was nice and unrusted but in desperate
need of new paint. The windscreen was cracked. The car was
complete and an easy rebuild project. However I did not need a
second TR3A. The hardtop came off to go on my car, the seats got
swapped, and I traded my leather shift knob for the other car's
walnut shift knob which I thought wold go better with my Motolita
steering wheel. Then sold the TR for $3000 to someone in Menlo
Park, CA who was eager to restore it.</p>
<p>Every once in a while the fickle finger of fate can tap you on
the shoulder when you least expect it.</p>
<p>TeriAnn</p>
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