Mel Sitzberger 1979 TR7


My passion for the British Sports Car started when I was assigned to RAF Sculthorpe just outside Fakenham, Norfolk, England. I was assigned to ship out all American Airman as the base was being turned over to the RAF.
That was when I purchased my first MGA from another Air Force Officer. For the next four years and driving the winding narrow roads I fell in love with the car. After returning to the United States I lost interest until I saw a 1979 Triumph TR7 advertised in Craig's Listr. Then came my next challenge. It was located about 70 miles from me. I called the woman who owned the car and drove up to see it. The top was in bad shape, the seats were even worse. I took it for a drive and I recognized a carburetor issue. No oil. I made a deal to buy the car and the woman agreed to bring it to me. After a closer inspection I was amazed she drove it with tire pressure of only 12 to 20 pounds. That started the detailed item by item restoration. First and cheapest was putting air in the tires. Opps, no the cost of air now is $1.50 per 5 minutes. I guess I was in a time warp. Then came the top order. I filled the carbs with 15W50 dash pot oil only to find the carbs were adjusted too rich. The top came in and after a few days I had a car that I could drive in the rain. After the expense of the top I decided to get seat covers to repair the rips and dirt. When I drove the car, I noticed a very rough ride. When putting the car on a rack I found the rear shocks were both broken. So rear shocks and front struts were in order. Of course, there were the necessary tune up with plugs, a new distributor, a valve cover seal. Now my TR7 is proudly shown at British Car shows in Cleveland, Columbus, Toledo and Dayton, Ohio. The car has won 1st place in Marque at two of the shows and 2nd place at another over the past three years. I know the history of the 7 and all the problems and bad press but being patient and a little TLC my 7 was worth the expense. I now take it out in the evening and cruse the state forest. The winding roads are a flash back of my years in England.