'66 Triumph TR-4A
In the summer of 1965, I walked the lot of the Triumph dealership on Florida Avenue almost every day. By the fall, I finally wore down my dad (and the salesman) and got the one I had my eye on. I loved driving it across the Gandy Bridge to St. Petersburg Junior College, with little regard for the speed limit. It could really fly and was agile as a cat. I drove it all the way to West Virginia to pick up my grandmother and bring her back to Florida. She loved the thrill of taking it around those mountain hairpin curves! In late 1966, I was drafted into the Army. My dad tried to drive it regularly while I was gone but the size, sport steering and super-tight turn radius made him "feel like he was drunk." He sold it, with plans to get another when I got out. But I soon married and started my family. Although I only had it about a year, I sure had a lot of fun and still consider it my favorite car.