Ralph Carlson Blog

High School Infatuation

The Triumph TR3 first entered my life when I was a Junior in High School. I never owned one, never even touched one but I gazed longingly at my classmate Kevin packing  his books into his lovely white TR3 after school in the parking lot. It was exotic and very different from the run of American cars filling the lot. Most of my classmates had the use of their parent’s cars when needed but a few had their own. These were mostly  older cars and some of them were enhanced with noisy exhaust systems, engine enhancements, fancy paint jobs and lowered suspensions. Some were even chopped.  No matter, they were still American cars. [continue reading…]