Triumph TR6 Stories
I bought my '72 TR6 in the spring of '93. That year I was a senior in high school. My dad who was a British car enthusiast and the one who got me hooked on the little two-seaters, noticed it for sale along the side of a road. The previous owner had done some body work and painted the car, but to my knowledge, no engine work.
The car lurched, clanked, sputtered, smoked and required the strength of the Hulk to turn the steering wheel or to put in the clutch. It had the original red stripe tires, all of which were firmly hardened, except for the one that was flat the morning after I bought it. On top of it all, it was painted a non-standard, peeling, obscene color of blue that does not exist in nature.
In early 1976, while I was in college, a friend asked me to ride with him to the car dealership to pick up his new car. He wanted me to follow him in his original car back to his home. His new car was a 1976 TR6. At that time I didn't even own one car much less two.
You know, none of us really own our cars. Most of us are just the doting curator of our one exhibit museum. It’s because of our efforts, our waxing, our polishing and our meticulous maintenance that these cars live on. It’s because of us that they are still here to remind onlookers of their place in automotive history.
I wanted to send you a photo of my car in the garage currently. It's now completed exterior and interior. In the spring time, I can take it outside in the beautiful mountainous area of where I live in New Hampshire.
I always wanted to build a fast small car, so I purchased a TR-6 and decided to make it a scary little car. I installed a 350 Chevy motor with a turbo 350 auto transmission.
My first car out of school was a brand new 1972 Pimento Red TR6. I was so excited when it finally arrived and there was a serious question if I could drive it off the lot without stalling it.
The car is not perfect and it shows its age in spots. Despite the flaws, the car has character in spades. I like to say that it’s perfectly imperfect; it’s a driver’s car.
In the fall of 1974 I began high school. One of my teachers had a very sharp, brand new, bright red sports car parked in the front row of the parking lot every day. It was a convertible, had a wooden dash, red stripe tires and had British flag decals on the rear quarters with "TR6" on them. I dreamt of having one of those cars two years later when I turned 16 and got my driver's license but there was no way my parents could afford to pay over $6000.00 for a teenager's first car.
Having grown up in Kansas City, Kansas, I was always into muscle cars until I drove my brother-in-law’s TR4 in late 1977. After that I fell in love with the wonderful British sports car. I finally found my 1976 TR6, second owner in 1984.
Cars and baseball were the goalposts of my youth. Born and raised in the Motor City, I am the son of an autoworker, and every kid on my block was the same, except for the children of our neighborhood’s three dissenters, a police officer and two bread-truck drivers.
In late summer of 1984 I was a lanky 16 yr. old Indiana kid, just about to get my driver’s license. I spent much of that summer trying to reassemble my first car (a 1974 MG Midget). The previous fall at age 15, I managed to convince my parents that the Midget would be a perfect car for me to restore and learn on…not thinking I might soon grow an additional 4”
This picture was taken in 1976 when I got married.. My 1974 Triumph TR6 I bought brand new from Autorama British Cars in Miami, Florida in 1974. I had paid $4,995.00.
Driving my first sports car. My oldest brother returned from Vietnam Nam and bought a new TR6 in 1971. I was a freshman in high school when he let me take it for a day. I lost count of how many rides I gave but never forgot how much fun I had that day.
Just picked this up recently. Along with a bad paint job and a loss of attention to detail it should work out in the end to my benefit. The mechanics needed to repair a fuel delivery problem and ended hacking the fuel lines to replace them with rubber hose. Paint coming apart inside the air cleaner would eventually create another serious problem in the future.
"Good News/ Bad News", the first car show I took my TR6 to was the British Classic Motorcar Show in Stowe Vt. (British Invasion).
I took the car in for "smoking engine" to New England Classic Cars and these BOZO's had the car over nine months. The short version is I picked it up went 10 miles after they did an engine rebuild...bang!
This is a one of a kind TR6. It has only had one owner and the whole car is all original. It has always been kept in a garage and it only has 31,000 miles. There are no dents and the paint is original.
Check out more photos of Harry Beeker's TR6!
Take a look inside Omar G Conrad's TR6
Having been original owner of a Spitfire and also having owned a Series 1 E-Type, I knew British cars fairly well, but found that I migrated over to several different sports cars until settling on a BMW Z-3 "M". Nice performance and great reliability, but something was missing.
While living in Puerto Rico we enjoyed our 71 Spitfire very much. Due to relocation we decided to sell it. Moved to Ft Worth, TX, and after attending various British car shows decided to look for another Triumph.
This Tahita Blue 1976 Triumph TR6 belongs to Benson Tuttle from Texas! It was great seeing this gorgeous British Sportscar!