Officially, this car is just being detailed. That’s what these guys do. A man with a Triumph Spitfire taking up space in his unraked leaves gave it away to our heroes here if they would simply agree to get it out of there. Woohoo! Free car. Of course “free car” didn’t mean “free lunch,” so there was plenty of elbow grease required to put humpty hoopty back together again. So what? People go to a lot more trouble and expense to restore less interesting cars. A Triumph Spitfire is a blast to drive. You just have to learn the correct prayers and incantations to intone before turning the key. Look on the bright side: it was just as likely to not start when it was brand new as it is now. It’s a British car, and wiring harness smoke is factory installed.
I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be inside a screaming metal deathtrap. I was expecting more of a 2001 A Space Odyssey sort of thing where you can watch yourself turn into a giant freaky space baby, so I’m a bit disappointed. There was a distinct lack of space babies in this video and way too much salt for my liking.
The driver seems to be okay. I saw bits of him moving after the crash, but whether or not those bits are attached to anything important is anyone’s guess.
Something seems off about this video. I just can’t put my finger on it. He’s got the speed down. The wheels seem to be spinning in the correct direction. The rain doesn’t seem to be affecting him, so that can’t be it. He starts mowing the grass about halfway through, but it’s likely that he needs a side gig and does landscaping in his off hours.
I’ve got it! He keeps making right turns. What a weirdo. Everyone knows racetracks only have left turns.
(Fair warning. These are men, fixing cars. They don’t swear all that much for men who fix cars, but they do swear, because they’re men, fixing cars. It’s like a rule or law or something. Deal with it)
Our friends at Cold War Motors are back with more fun with old sheet metal masquerading as an automobile. Today’s version is a 1961 Plymouth Belvedere. It’s got fins. A Plymouth Belvedere is not, and never was, an exciting ride. However, it’s got fins. It’s got an acre of hood, and a hectare of trunk lid, but it takes a winch to get in and out of the back seat. But it has fins. The fins are sorta laid on their sides, and integrated into the whole megillah, but hey, they’re fins. It’s got moonshot taillights, a full eight years before any sort of moonshot worth mentioning. So there’s that. What it doesn’t have is a windshield that would keep the rain and the occasional Canada goose out of the passenger compartment. But it does have fins. Bonus points for the Carlo Rizzi windshield removal method at around 1:10. And the fins.