Gang
I once thought that English sports cars were just a phase in my life.
My wife says their the center of my life. Everyone is entitled to their
opinion but much of this hobby is here because of people who are willing
to stick their neck out and make their life's work about these cars.
I'm glad to buy parts, and supplies from people who do this more than
from people who do this for pure profit.
I recently read a book entitled "Into the wild" it was about a wealthy
well educated kid named Chris McCandless from Virginia who wondered
around the country with no money, no ID and just lived by what ever
means he could. He ultimately ended up in Alaska where he starved to
death in the wilderness. This kid was in search of something in his
life that he just couldn't quite get his hands on. A certain beauty
about the world that only he could even begin to explain or understand.
Being a young person most of my friends do not understand me and my
interest in English sports cars. When I mess with one of my cars I have
this feeling I find the same thing that Chris McCandless was in search
of when he wondered around the country penniless, job less and happy
regardless of what anyone else thought of him. I have never meet
Charles but I would bet the experience he gets from driving his TR 250
does the same for him, thus the end result is a business called The
Roadster Factory.
When I die and go to Heaven. My corner of Heaven will have English cars
in it and lots of open roads. Every winter I will still look forward to
the WInter Parts Sale, and reading goofy articles from a guy who calls
him self the Governor...
Jeff Slaton
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