Hello, everyone.
I guess it's appropriate to comment on winter-as-a-TR3A owner.
I confess: I am a flatlander. In New Hampshire terms, that means I came from
another state, California, where it snowed twice in my youth and they
cancelled school both times. In fourth grade I made a snowman the time it
snowed heavy, but it took all of Chet Linzer's cornfield to do it. We had more
earthquakes than snowstorms. I prefer the former.
LBC content? Well, I'm not a total dope all the time, just when it comes to
this winter stuff. Since my garage is 38 acres of New England deciduous
forest that I love three seasons a year, my restored TR3A frame is under one
tarp, the heavy canvas one, and my unrestored TR3A body tub under another,
plastic tarp.
The dopey part? ...I seem to have taken the trunk lid into the cellar, along
with the fenders, cowling, etc. So now it seems that the rain and snow piled
up, getting heavier and heavier, until the tarp sank into the trunk (boot?),
froze solid, and this mess of precipitation churned into one big block of ice
that is not going anywhere until next May, short of my taking a hairdryer to
it.
Now, I know this won't cause long term harm to the tub, since I've now covered
it with plywood to alleviate more aggregious damage, and since the body
work--ahem, substantial amounts of it--remains to be done. But alas it is one
last indignity this fine car must face, albeit less di-stink-tive than the
three inches of racoon feces it was buried in when I found it in a shed
broached by delinquent quasi-rodents bent on an anal sort of graffitti
self-expression onto a backdrop of dignity.
Ah well, this TR2A will scrabble its way back to glory again.
Winter. Apologies, folks, ...but my winter sport...is whining about the
cold.
Thanks for listening (reading).
Terry Smith
New Hampshire (where I've just dug out from the second big storm in two
weekends!) Life was simpler among the redwoods.
TR3A TS 58667
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