Craig Felton 1968 Triumph Spitfire

My 16 year old daughter and I were attending a British sports car festival. She was just learning to drive. The event was held in a big field, so we took the opportunity to do a little driving practice in my 1968 Triumph Spitfire MK 3. We had dropped her off at a ladies event along a lane adjacent to the field. When I came to pick her up, I talked her into driving away. The lane was a little narrow and lined with some tall bushes. As she turned into the lane in first gear, she got a little confused as she straightened out and needed to slow down. You guessed it--wrong pedal. The car accelerated quite nicely and before she could straighten it out, it climbed (literally) one of the bushes, raising the front of the car about two feet off the ground. We were both quite flummoxed. As we were still in the car gathering our composure, a woman came over wanting to take a picture. Not wanting to embarrass my daughter, we declined. To this day, my daughter (now 24) and I really regret that decision.

I guess that this does prove that a British sports car can do a wheelie. Move over, Herbie.