Triumph Spitfire Stories
Over the years, we have replaced the gas tank and fuel lines, leaf spring, rear shocks, alternator, brake master cylinder, dash pot diaphragm and O-rings and performed other general maintenance. Nothing too significant, as a lot of the difficult restoration work had already been done.
There hasn’t been a part of the car that I haven’t had in parts, but it has been a tremendous amount of fun. Cruising down a winding road, clicking the overdrive switch while feeling the breeze has been a great experience. Being involved with the local club has led to many adventures and great experiences.
Spitfire in Tokyo, Japan. I bought this car 40 years ago.
I bought this Spitfire in 2008. It was on a Craigslist ad in the San Antonio section, yet was located 15 minutes from my home in Austin. Better yet, I was in Morgan Hill, CA for a week at Specialized Bicycle Co HQ for training.
I had the same car in 1977 while in high school. Found this one 4 years ago, 3 miles from where I grew up. It was baby blue when I bought it, had it painted British racing green. Sometimes I just sit in it and smile.
I bought this as a basket case, the story was it was running and real nice, one brother owned it and the other brother, while the owner was in boot camp, brother 2 "borrowed it" and wrecked it for brother 1.
Had a 1969 try and spitfire in the 70's. Always missed it so, recently I bought a 1974 Triumph Spitfire. Had a frame off restoration but being a Spitfire always need something fixed, keeps me busy during my retirement. Really enjoy the car.
Once we got to his house, this friend opened his garage to reveal a tiny car (or mostly a car, there were many pieces strewn across the garage floor). He said, “You’ve got two weeks until you start your job. If you can put this back together before then, it’s yours for the summer.”
We bought our 1978 Spitfire in Little Rock in 2006. It was a bit scruffy, needed a new top, tires, interior and some engine work, but the body was really pristine. She was priced fair so I sent her home on a car carrier and started the "reinCARnation."
A gentleman got out and was looking at my car. He informed me that his first Triumph was a 1964. I told him I would trade it for his Mercedes. He smiled and said, "I don't think so."
My first car when I was 16 years old was a 1976 MGB. Now that I am in my late 30s, I wanted that “fun” car again. But maybe this time with less electrical problems. I searched and searched. Finally, I came across a blue 1973 Spitfire, located in what was my husband’s college town in Delaware.
When people ask me about my car, I generally tell them it’s the most fun you will ever have at 30mph. If you're reading this and thinking about buying a Spitfire, do it.
We bought the car in 1997, intending to use it as a donor for another Spitfire restoration. It appeared to be in better shape than the car we were restoring at the time. My wife heard me say something about “his and her Spitfires,” so we kept this one complete.
When I was a kid in the early 70’s, my aunt had a Triumph TR3. I would sit in it and pretend to drive every time my family went for a visit. I thought it was the coolest car ever. Flash forward about 35 or 40 years. I had restored a tractor and a motorcycle and wanted to tackle a car. That TR3 instantly came to mind. As I started looking for one though, I found that
I got the opportunity to purchase a work in progress. The Triumph was totally taken apart, so it was like putting together a jigsaw puzzle with many of the pieces missing.
I worked for four years as an English teacher in Germany. When I was getting ready to make a move back to the States, I found out I could ship one car back. A friend of mine suggested I bring back a classic car, something cool.
My brother and I built this car all from parts from salvage yards. We started with a bare body tub and went from there.
I remember begging my older brother to take me up a mountain, so we could turn off the car and coast back down. I remember sleeping behind the back seat when my brother was stuck babysitting and also had a date. I remember the smell, and feeling like I was flying.
I was 12 years old when I asked my dad if we could restore a car. He and I had no auto knowledge, tools, or insight into this new world that would eventually dominate our lives. He (for some reason) agreed, and we went and looked at a few cars in the area that were for sale. We both fell in love with a Inca Yellow 1976 Triumph Spitfire. The car was a good candidate for a couple of beginners.
This summer my dad & I bought a used ‘76 Triumph Spitfire 1500. We got this car because we wanted a father-son project. Because of this car, my dad & I have had many fun times: from having to fix gas leaks, install a new muffler to having him teach me to drive stick and getting to spend a lot of time with him.
I bought the car about five years ago off Craigslist. The previous owner lost interest and it sat in his barn for about eight years. I have been fixing it up one piece at a time.
Do you believe in love at first sight? I do, for you see, it’s happened to me twice in my life. The first time was when I met my wife, Cindy. She was a blind date that ended in a long and happy marriage. But this story is about the second time the love bug struck.
As my mother was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer I needed an “escape.” So I bought a 1973 and 1980 spitfire. I’m combining the two cars using the ’73 body as I like the chrome bumpers ect. The ’73 from was shot but the ’80 was mint.
I always loved the body style of the Spitfire. I have been married for 2 ½ years. After one year of marriage I was driving past this red Spitfire daily at a car lot. It was December and cold. I finally stopped and checked it out. The car dealer was selling it for a friend. I sat down in the car and it started right up.
I can’t say my Spitfire story is all that unique; I’ve always loved the look of the Spitfire but could never really afford the time to have one or rebuild one until recently. I looked all over and found several to choose from, some way beyond my skill level, and finally one that met my needs.
n 1971, I was a college senior returning home for a weekend visit. As I drove into my parents' driveway, I noticed an impressive Triumph Spitfire convertible parked there. Though I wasn't a sports car aficionado, I sure recognized a cool ride! What a surprise to find the owner of that car in my parents' home paying them for renting one of their apartments.
My dad had a few triumphs when I was a boy growing up. We went for a few rides together. I thought it was a very neat and fun adventure with the top down.
Here's our beautiful 1974 Triumph Spitfire. It is painted Viper Red w/Bright Silver Stripes and has a rear spoiler with third brake light for added safety and looks great.
In 1979, I worked in South Africa and was offered a 1971 Triumph Spitfire Mk IV from a colleague of mine. I could not resist and got the car very cheap. The car quickly became my daily transport and I drove it for about 8 years.
I was born in Europe and grew up in the back of a Spitfire. Back then you were allowed to put your baby in the back of a Spitfire. I was always in love with Triumph. My passion for cars took me different places and pushed me to start my own business restoring classic cars.