"I was young, probably around 8 or 9, and my Dad's boss had one of these. The Boss wanted my Dad to paint it Imron Silver, just like the Camaro Dad had. Dad agreed to paint it, and of course, I volunteered to help with stripping the car down. This was the catalyst for me loving small cars. I was taller than most kids my age, and I distinctly remember being as tall as the windshield frame on the little Triumph. We had to go get parts for the car, so why not drive it a little bit, to keep the…"
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