tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post4689802040591897494..comments2023-09-28T05:46:43.501-04:00Comments on I Wouldn't Read This If I Was Me: They're just cars...MrScribblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10743761169195087103noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-80525069875514285092008-04-18T10:06:00.000-04:002008-04-18T10:06:00.000-04:00LOVE that DB4! Beeeyoootiful car. - RouxLOVE that DB4! Beeeyoootiful car. <BR/><BR/> - RouxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-14640531021510306032008-04-13T21:40:00.000-04:002008-04-13T21:40:00.000-04:00After we got married, we had exactly enough nickel...After we got married, we had exactly enough nickels left over to purchase a BRG 1977 Triumph TR7... So... It was 12-13 years old at the time. We commuted a half hour each way in that car daily for a time. Ha. In the winter, I had a traffic light on a downhill... I would have to keep feet on ALL the pedals to keep it going. It was like trying to steer an elephant, when it was that cold. We drove everywhere with a tool box in the trunk. And yet, when I visited the antique-y, interesting foreign car lot and found a mint condition ORANGE Triumph TR7, I really tried hard to convince John we "needed" it... He wasn't convinced! The day we went to pick up our first puppy, "someone" had left the sunroof open in our so-called "real" car (another long story) -- a bought-new lemon of a Mazda 323 GT... So instead, we took the Triumph on a six-hour round trip to the north country to collect our new fluffy baby girl... She came home sleeping on the ledge behind the seats -- why she wasn't terrified of the noise, I'll never know.<BR/><BR/> --PtolemyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-140351389782109732008-04-13T20:30:00.000-04:002008-04-13T20:30:00.000-04:00OMG...I'm speechless. How incredible was that. Th...OMG...I'm speechless. How incredible was that. That DB4 is amazing! I've only seen them in photos. Thanks, friend, for making my day. :)<BR/><BR/>SAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-58302917387799659312008-04-13T18:03:00.000-04:002008-04-13T18:03:00.000-04:00I can't say I'd want an RR, but I would like a TR8...I can't say I'd want an RR, but I would like a TR8, with the bumper sticker "All parts falling off this car are of the finest British workmanship".Doughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09519879143568413067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-18357234998371296882008-04-13T17:59:00.000-04:002008-04-13T17:59:00.000-04:00Anon -- We won't tell anyone. You still might get ...Anon -- We won't tell anyone. You <I>still</I> might get that ride in a Roller...I think you've earned it.MrScribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10743761169195087103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-88580805069974851082008-04-13T16:51:00.000-04:002008-04-13T16:51:00.000-04:00Why did I just put an apostrophe for ROlls? I am s...Why did I just put an apostrophe for ROlls? I am so ashamed. Somebody smack me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26062571.post-21980908874851659812008-04-13T16:50:00.000-04:002008-04-13T16:50:00.000-04:00I've always wanted to drive in a Roll's Royce. All...I've always wanted to drive in a Roll's Royce. All boob, no back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com