The ﬁrst car I ever drove was a red on red Triumph TR3 that my dad owned. It’s also the car I took my driver’s test in and the ﬁrst car I ever wrecked in competition. I turned it on its lid in a hill climb at the critical point where I ran out of driving talent.
Of all the modern Triumphs, the Michelotti-penned TR4 is my hands-down favorite. There is a crispness in the body design and a willingness in the engine that, to me, deﬁne what a sporting car should be—lean of line, with good performance and fun to drive. The same could be said for the Spitﬁres and the GT6s, the latter of which is another one of those must-have cars for me.
Will there be another TR3 in my future? I certainly hope so, but it would have to be red with a red interior and overdrive. Ah, the sins of youth!