Triumph TR2 TR3 TR4 TR250 Stories
So a quick (I’ll try to be quick) story of why I have this car...
It starts with my grandpa Jack. He had a love of British race cars and he also raced them. That “car bug” got passed down to my dad, not only by my grandpa but also by a ‘23 T Bucket model he had when he was 5.
Was pulled out of a barn by my dad as the owner needed money to buy a house. Dad had it for many years and just drove it. Once he couldn’t drive it he told me to take it home. I’ve had it almost 30 years and it needed help - major oil leaks. Decided either fix it or sell it.
I was a very poor boy when I see this car in a front page of cars magazine.
My TR3 has been in the family for nearly all its life. I remember as a little kid riding in it with my uncle when we would go visit them. It was a metallic plum purple at the time. Then as a pre-teen I had all but forgot about the car as my family was into hunting, fishing, boating and the great outdoors.
I bought this white 1967 TR4A in 1979 from a young lady in San Francisco who was selling it because she "was getting too many speeding tickets." I had been looking around since I'd moved to California for a TR4 to replace the one I had in college back in Ohio in the late 60s.
I wasn’t at all comfortable in the Healey, so-so about the MGC and wasn’t much impressed with the TR color on first look. But each walk past the 250 while perusing other cars cemented the Valencia Blue as one of my favorite LBC colors.The test-drive and exhaust tone were awesome! Results: a new favorite car with plenty of pep.
Tony told me that he became the third owner of the car in 1971. He used it every day. He briefly raced the car and he had the engine rebuilt in April of 1975 when the mileage was 62,830. Some body work done in the summer of 1976 and some major front end mechanical and paint work including sandblasting the frame in the summer of 1983.
Fast forward 6 months to just after "Frankenstorm" Sandy had hit the East coast. We, along with tremendous support from family members, were re-planning our wedding just three days prior to the “big day.” Our venue and a number of our vendors found themselves without power, resources, or personnel.
l am finishing the third restoration on the car since I bought it. I found it behind a gas station in January of 1971 as a derelict. I had always wanted a TR-3 because as a kid, the neighbor behind us in our then new subdivision in Wisconsin had a red with black interior 1959 TR-3A as his only car.
In 2017, nearing retirement, I decided I wanted another TR3, to use as a "daily driver" with an eye towards restoration. After looking all summer, online as well as traveling to various states to check out prospects, I heard about one for sale that had been restored frame-off in 1987, but then mostly stored.
It has been my lifelong dream to own a TR3. Many years ago I passed up the opportunity to buy one and I have regretted it ever since. One thing that my Dad and I have always shared is the love of cars. If Dad saw a car he liked, he got it, much to Mom's chagrin.
His choice of silver and white interior leather colors lent to questioning his manliness. Once the car was back on the road and driving we decided to see how best we could embarrass him. The purchase of some magnetic funny signs let to the need for revenge. Who says red blooded Americans of Scottish decent don’t like kittens?
In the spring of 1973 my sister-in-law had a boyfriend with a blue TR3. We became friends working on his car. He convinced me to buy a TR. After a month of looking I found a signal red 1964 TR4 in a small farming community in central Texas. The owner of the 4 had retired from the railroad using the 4 as his daily drive.
The Triumph began as a basket case that my son found advertised as an unfinished project. The previous owner had the car for 9 years with little progress made. The best we know, the owner before that had it for 8 or 10 years, building the engine and doing some high quality metal work on the body tub floor pans. It was (to the best of our knowledge, based on the documentation that came with the project……) last licensed in Illinois in 1983…..
I own and drive a TR4 that's been in our family for 50 years. On top of that it has been on the race track, almost exclusively since it was built. My older brother, John bought the car in Tulsa in 1964 when it was only a year old.
Body off restoration with Toyota 5 speed, Nissan R200 LSD, Toyota 4 pot brakes, many Good Parts, Triple Patton TBI, Bob Danielson full leather interior.
My first Triumph was a 1958 TR3A, I kept and restored that over the next 30 years, then in 2012 I purchased a 1965 TR4A, I really loved both of my TR's, but I always wanted a TR250.
I was introduced to Triumph cars through a friend’s Spitfire when I was in High School in Hartford, Connecticut. I never got to drive it, but I did go to the beach in it several times. After that introduction I was hooked on Triumphs.
In 1960 my girlfriend and I bought a new 1960 Triumph TR3. We traded in her 1957 Chevy convertible and split the payments on the TR3. We were married in June of1961, and drove the TR on our honeymoon to Colorado. In 1962 we drove the TR to California.
I moved to Chelveston Royal Air Force Base in 1960 and needed a automobile. Wanted the Morgan but the factory was only producing seven a month and wait time was eighteen months. I proceeded to the Triumph Factory in Coventry and ordered the TR3A.
Before I left home, I had decided to try to win the Carolina Cup, which is an award given to the car that wins the most points in the moving events plus the concours, along with points from pictures and craft items presented.
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.
In the fall of 1968 I had just begun my Senior year of high school in Tampa, Florida. One of my friends who had graduated the past June was in basic training with the U.S.M.C. when he received word that his older brother had been killed in Viet Nam (he also was a Marine).
It was 1969 and upon my return from a cruise with the "Gulf of Tonkin Yacht Club", I immediately pursued a dream that had been left behind. I still had a desire for low power, high speed and fast turns. At the time, I was working part time at a local hotel pub, and one day, a gentleman who was a bit down in luck was selling his car.
My 1962 TR4-A is 1996 Cadillac red with a metallic silver racing stripe.
Stephen swung by the Victoria British city counter today in Lenexa and we couldn't help but snap some shots of his 1966 Triumph TR4A.
Thirty years ago, May 1972, I bought this vehicle from Mr. Caraballo and it is still mine. I used it for five or six years as my only vehicle while I was a university student and part of the time while I was working. When I turned 27, I married and paraded in my Triumph with my wife next to me. Recently, my second daughter from that marriage paraded in it for her wedding.
This is my 1961 TR3A Triumph. The finished product represents about four years of work. I started with a front and rear tub and no center, everything else was in boxes. This project was my first attempt to restore a car.
Last month our British Motor Club of Southern New Jersey club members attended a workshop at Motorcar Garage on the Lucas electrical and wiring systems, famous in British cars. Coincidently, in conversation with other club members, I mentioned that last June I had completed a full restoration and EV conversion of a 1967 Triumph TR4a IRS and now had a battery powered British sports car with a 60 mile range and 60 mph top speed.
In the spring of 1986, we were newly relocated to suburban Denver on our latest corporate transfer. The guy next door had a 1976 factory orange MGB, which I noticed he seldom took it out of the garage. It looked perfect. One day in chatting he said he really didn’t know anything about them, he bought it for his wife, but she didn’t like to drive it.