The Beginnings of the Busted Knuckle Garage - Chapter 7

So, Santa Barbara, California isn't necessarily the most optimal city in the U.S. to run out of money but that's where it happened.  Not only for that reason but I suppose that because my buddy had a mandatory court appearance in the weeks ahead ( an untold story here); the cross country travel odyssey in the '53 Chevy Pickup had met its end.   Just for a reference on expense, the home we first rented in Carpenteria (just south of SB) was an 900' hovel.  That same home with minimal changes now lists for $836,000.00 in 2017 (should've been a realtor) but I digress.  So the first of several California car guy stories.  With some $ left in the wallet I needed my own transportation.  Having already owned a floorless 1963 MGB, an original 1964 Spitfire with factory hardtop and a slightly rusted and banged up 1972 MG Midget, I was on the hunt for a sports car.  A trip down to San Diego over the weekend and a "look see" in the classified ads in a newspaper (remember them?), I found a sweet looking 1964 Triumph TR-4.  Resale red, wire wheels and a white drop top....it was California cool and I could just imagine my first drive up the coastal highway heading back home.  Price?  $850, no haggle,  for a rust-free, black plate California Trumpet.  Life is good, eh?  Well, lesson one in purchasing a used sports (or any) car, don't buy one parked on a lawn unless you crawl underneath.  Green grass has a way of hiding oil leaks which would evnetually lead to this car's demise on one crazy road trip that ended with fear and loathing in Las Vegas, Nevada (all due respect to Hunter Thompson).  Below is the car just days after purchase and below that, me with car just days before selling (circa 1976).  Covered in the garage is a 1928 Rolls Royce owned by my buddy's uncle. Why a Ford Maverick, who knows?  More to come.....

 

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