Dan Byrnes 1958 TR3A

When I was 10 I went to FL with my Mom on a bonding trip. Because I loved cars even at that age we went window shopping at a luxury car dealer and she admitted that her dream car was a roadster. We were both born and raised in a small town in PA so I had never even seen a roadster before that day. I told her one day I would buy one for her.

25 years later I was in intensive care with a life threatening illness and spotted her dream car online, a 1958 Triumph TR3A. I bought the car and had it shipped to her house where we were spending Christmas as a family. On Christmas morning she opened a letter from me which also contained a lease in perpetuity which would cost her 4 home cooked per year in return for an undisclosed item. My Dad convinced her that she really couldn't go wrong at that price. The letter was in essence an apology for the years of strife she's endured. I had been an "Adventurous" young man who would have put fear into the heart of any mother. She said good bye to me as I joined the US Marines and went to boot camp. She also watched me leave for the war in Iraq and went months without knowing if I was dead or alive. She had endured so much from me and it was long past time to give her a small token of my appreciation.

After she signed the lease, she and my Father were blindfolded and let into the garage for the unveiling of the Triumph complete with an 8' bow. I told her that I had never forgotten my promise to buy her a "Fun car." She was all too well aware of my ongoing medical condition and the fact that I could not really afford this car. I made it clear to her that she will never pay a dollar in maintenance, insurance, or any other expense for this vehicle. It is hers to name, enjoy, and serve as a reminder of her only son's appreciation for her sacrifices and hardships. The date was 12/25/14. As the weather is starting to warm her anticipation of driving her vehicle will soon become a reality. Significant work is still required but it will be in operating condition for her by this summer. We took one ride together on a clear day this winter, and even though it was short and we were two very cold occupants, I knew that she will always be able to get into her little convertible (yet unnamed) and remember her son no matter where I am.