I have been having a reoccurring dream that I go into the garage and discover my first car, my 1978 Triumph TR7, sitting in a forlorn, rusty heap.So, excitedly, I go running upstairs and tell Mummy Militant that there's no need for me to be on a crusade for the next 'Gingermobile' because I've had it out in the garage all along.
Of course, it's slightly confusing that it's right-hand drive and I'll have to get it registered in New Jersey and... Didn't the engine blow up? And how come I didn't remember having it with me for the past twelve years?
And then suddenly it's 6am and I have to wake up.
3 comments:
Heh! I've had that same dream, but it's about the best dog I ever owned that's been dead for 7 or 8 years now.
Funny Roland...right hand drive...thanks for the chuckle.
Ha! We had one of these for a while. It sat at my parents and we never did anything to restore it. Good luck to you!
How bizarre, you're so busy looking at the car that you don't seem to have noticed the floozy standing in the corner of your garage :P
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