The Moment of Truth

About 10 years ago a then neighbour of mine reversed a fantastic looking car out of his garage and roared off down the street. I didn't know it at the time but, that was the moment I was slightly bitten by the Triumph GT6 bug.  His car, as it turned out, was a Mk2 in Damson Red and it looked and sounded great.

Fast forward to 2011 and the time had come to get my hands on a GT6.  I had no idea if it would be a Mk1, 2 or 3 but over the course of the year I looked at all options and came close to buying a Mk1 at one point, but it was too big a job for me in a single garage and so I decided to look for a Mk3, (availablity of spares probably being slightly better) that ran, had an MOT, was tax exempt (pre 1973) but I could improve and restore over a period of time. The car I chose came as a bit of a shock, Saffron Yellow!, not a colour I can honestly say was on my radar but when I saw the car I found beneath all that oxidised paint, something quite special. I had finally got my very own Triumph GT6 1972 Mk3.



The car when I collected it. Looks okay from a distance but the paint was dead.



Err...What reflection?

I picked it up in September 2011 and made the brave (or suicidal) choice to drive it the 100 odd miles home. Unfortunately about 2 miles from home it started to kangeroo down the road and gave up the ghost. The points apparantly and so my steep learning curve has begun.

The car died 2 miles from home

Waiting for the AA

                                              
Over the next, well... god knows how long, I hope to bring you all the ups and downs of owning this car and trying to keep it alive.