Bryan Robbins 1968 Spitfire

The year was 1970… I was a paper boy for the news journal at 13 years old. While crossing a fence to get to Avon Drive, I noticed a car stuffed under a tarp in the Schwamb’s backyard. I thought it was a go cart... I lifted the tarp to see just what was under it.

Turned out to be a 1968 Triumph Spitfire Mk 3.
I knocked on the front door to ask what they were going to do with the go cart in the back yard. 
Mr Schwamb said, “Let’s see, you have been my paper boy for the last 4 years and have yet to miss a day, so come in I have something for you.” He handed me the keys and the title to the car and said, “The car is yours. Come back when the snow melts and you can take it home, but first you will have to put it back together.”

Then he showed me box after box of parts. I came back the next day uncovered the car and started the project with the repair manual I found at the book store. Forty-seven years later and more fun than a barrel of monkeys, I still have the car.