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 
Nice!
That pink Sting Ray bike is worth a lot now.
Who are all those kids? Weren’t that many on the block.
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Hard to say. Maybe they drifted in from the next block.
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One of my teachers in that era had a similar tiny car, and one day a group of kids picked it up and moved it
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Oh, yes. I’m sure that’s been done many times with these babies.
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So where was your dear mother? Probably slaving away fixing you a grand dinner? Glad I could be of service. ❤️
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She was taking this photo.
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I had three Triumph Spitifres at various times in my life. They were grand; ton of fun, and I never had any where near the troubles that people warned about with British cars.
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I heard all of those warnings for years. Glad you had such a good run. Thanks for writing!
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