One benefit of a tiny British car with a manual transmission—such as mom’s Triumph Spitfire pictured here—is that it’s very easy to push…especially with a gaggle of friends. We weren’t old enough to drive properly, so we’d take turns behind the wheel while everyone else pushed the car up and down the block as fast as we could run.
Even though the engine wasn’t running, I doubt that the police or the insurance company would have approved of our scheme, had they found out. Regardless, this was my first experience “driving” a convertible.
Summer 1978
Kodachrome 35mm film
Riding with Carl 