A year after I married my wife, my father-in-law told me that the Spitfire in the garage out back was my wife’s. If I promised not to sell it, I could take it. I told him I would not sell it and that I would fix it up. Over the next 5 years I continued to repair it. I replaced the driver’s side door skin, rebuilt the engine, painted, and put a new dash, shift pars and the molded carpet kit. This car is so fun to drive.