Andy,
The plague spreads...(I have three GT-6s and submit that your
descriptions of these LBC is accurate)...but to make it more difficult
for you, John Lye advised me that there is not one GT-4 in the yard
mentioned, not two, not even three GT-6 like machines, but more...lie
in wait for those of us smitten by the dread hunger for:
More body work than any one person should consider commitment (long
hospital stay) to...
More expense than a government worker should try to underwrite....
Skinned knuckles, weary knees, greasy fingers and broken
cuticles...
Huge frustrations with neighbors who fail to understand the obvious
rationales for the line of GT-6 (and other Triumph) cars in the
driveway in front of house....
Minor (relatively) disappointment when the first paint job isn't
perfect and must be stripped...
And after all that, the day comes when sun rises early on a Fall
morning, mist in the trees and a crisp air, and the newly restored
machine, caressed by loving hands, streaks southward along the winding
back roads of the foothills of the east coast....making the right
sorts of noises...and sensual confirmations...
that I'll be in Scottsville before you!!!!!!
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Subject: GT6 Insanity (a little long)
Author: "Lindberg, Andrew (MN12)" <Andrew.Lindberg@CORP.honeywell.com> at
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Date: 9/6/96 3:16 AM
John Lye (rjl6n@uva.pcmail.Virginia.EDU) wrote: "There's also a GT-4 in a
junkyard near Scottsville, VA that would be pretty easy to resurrect if
anyone was so inclined."
I kept the above phrase on my machine for two days but was unable to bring
myself to erase it. Why would anybody in Minnesota even think about driving
to Virginia, pulling a butchered GT6 out of a junkyard, and transporting it
back to Minnesota (how?) to occupy a corner of his garage for the next
decade?
The only possible answer is that I've gone nuts. Listen, I thought I was
sane when I bought my TR3. I didn't think I was too far gone when I sold my
1991 Saab and bought a 1964 Volvo for a daily driver. (Call me a wimp, but
the 3's side curtains just don't cut it when it's 30 below.)
But now I've got this insane idea that I need a GT6. I'm afraid I'm over
the edge. What do I need a GT6 for? I can't think of any good reason. In
the summer they're like a toaster oven. Only Volkswagens and Corvairs have
worse rear suspensions. You spend your entire life trying to figure out how
to get an oil pressure gauge and ammeter into the dash, and make it look
good.
Anybody with good advice? Delusional maniac needs your help. I can tell
you already that buying all the books on Spits/GT6s only intensifies the
symptoms, and even the best brew pub products only provide short-term
relief.
-- Andy Lindberg (On my God! Is this one of those things you inherit
through your first name? Will I be coveting Heralds next?)
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