July 26, 2007
The Senator and the TR-6
I know I've written about this before, but who cares? I can't find it. Not that I looked. When I was in college my younger brother lusted after a Triumph TR-6 in British Racing Green. What kid with a driver's license wouldn't? It was a total pussy magnet.
The Senator had given him the equivalent of the old 'Fuck off, boyo' on several occasions, but my brother was, and is, a determined lad. He hammered at the Senator incessantly. Good for him. The Senator was unmoved.
One day at soccer practice (yes, we elites played futbol in Jawja in the mid seventies) my brother sees the Senator's white 1972 Lincoln Continental parked by the practice field. The Senator was a bit hammered, and was honking the horn sporadically, trying to get my brother's attention. My brother didn't know what he wanted, but he knew two things: 1) the Senator was hammered, and 2) he couldn't leave soccer practice to see what he wanted.
The Senator eventually drove off in disgust. When my brother got home from practice he asked the old man what he'd wanted.
"I wanted to buy you that Triumph, boy! But you ignored me."
"Let's do it tomorrow," my brother suggested.
But the moment had passed for the Senator. No TR-6 pussy magnet for Junior, done.
I must add my brother was driving my 1973 Celica (me being wheelless at school), which was a very hot car for the time. He wasn't hurting. Still. A Triumph. That fucking close. That far away.
The Senator was maddening like that.
Ouch...that was cold.
But he probably wasn't going to get the Triumph anyway. But one will always wonder.
Posted by: rosie at July 26, 2007 8:22 PMOh man. I had a 1972 TR-6 while I was in Germany. I used to tell the wife not to ask whether I loved her or flying more. Truth be told, the TR-6 came in second. And British Racing Green was the only color to have. I kept her 3 years, ran the hell out of her and sold for almost what I gave for her to a Captain with 5 children.
Posted by: kudzu at July 26, 2007 8:30 PMI think the Sen. was yanking your brother's chain. He knew that he could not leave the field.
Posted by: Maeve at July 26, 2007 9:21 PM"That Senatuh...wuddn't he a caution, now!"
Posted by: Elisson at July 26, 2007 10:28 PMMmmm... the Celica would be my choice. The TR-6 just didn't do it for me. My first bf had an MG, which of course made my dad happy. Not enough room for nekkin'.
Nope not even wondering about this one - he was never getting that car, the Senator was pissed because he was ignored. heh.
Posted by: Teresa at July 26, 2007 11:54 PMWhy were you ladies playing soccer? Oh, sorry. Fooothbahll.
The relationship between your brother and the senator sounds, um, suspicious. I will read the archives and try to understand the many things that I do not.
The TR had a wondermous mystique that was blown to smithereens by the introduction of the everyman 240-Z. Too bad, because the engineers at Leyland had just gotten the bugs out of the magnetic rear bumper.
Dan Patterson
Arrogant Infidel
.. futbol in Jawja?... good God, man....
Posted by: Eric at July 27, 2007 8:21 AM