Aaah! My Da had a 1962/1964 (I can't remember at the moment), and was a Series II as well. It barely ran and usually needed so uch tweaking that he got rid of it. When he sold that car, I felt like my little 5 year old heart would break. It was okay though...a year or so later we got a 1972 MG Midget, which was later sold to make room in the driveway. Then a burnt-orange 1972 MG B (Colonel Mustard was his name..yeah, it was a boy^.^) and a pristine 1980 Triumph Spitfire 1500 (42,000 or so orginal miles when we purchased it. It had only had two owners before we bought it). Unfortunately money got tight, as well as parking space so we had to sell those too. Three years ago we picked up a significantly rough 1970 Triumph Spitfire Mk II/III. We never new for sure if it was a II or a III, everything except the electrics and wiring were Mk. III. It was too rough to be a decent daily driver, so we again said good bye.
My Da has always been into British sports cars, ever since high school shop class (he helped repair a classmate's Hilman Minx if I remembered that right). They've been part of life since before I was born...I think I may be genetically predisposed to Anglophilia in general, motors in specific. Also, cafe racers like, BSA, Triumph,...some others that escape my head right now.
Sorry for the tangent, I just get excited when I hear/see/read someone who also really likes them. People like that are hard to find out here in nowheresville Wyoming^.^
In the picture that has us looking in the open passenger door at the woman and child, mom looks like a young Suzanne Pleshette, and daughter has the head/face of a 20 year old.
Humbersnipe could be the name of a Dickens character.
I guess they were selling to Europeans in general. Most of the commercial vehicles shown had steering wheels on the right hand side, and the cars, except for one, showed a steering wheel on the left.
I had a Series II Sunbeam Alpine. It was the most fun to drive car I've ever owned. :)
And considered very classy in the day.
British Sports Cars, a bit of threadjacking on a Monday afternoon.
My Da has always been into British sports cars, ever since high school shop class (he helped repair a classmate's Hilman Minx if I remembered that right). They've been part of life since before I was born...I think I may be genetically predisposed to Anglophilia in general, motors in specific. Also, cafe racers like, BSA, Triumph,...some others that escape my head right now.
Sorry for the tangent, I just get excited when I hear/see/read someone who also really likes them. People like that are hard to find out here in nowheresville Wyoming^.^
In the picture that has us looking in the open passenger door at the woman and child, mom looks like a young Suzanne Pleshette, and daughter has the head/face of a 20 year old.
Humbersnipe could be the name of a Dickens character.
I guess "Saloon" is our word for sedan.