Today the Detroit Triumph Sports Car Club had its annual Fall Color Tour, a 160 mile drive around the scenic roads of Michigan where we loo at the trees changing color.
I couldn't decide this morning if I should take the Dolly Sprint or my Stag. I was headed for the Sprint, but at the last moment, I decided on the Stag, since I have not really given it much more than a few miles close to home since I got her running a gain after an 18-year lay up.
The car performed beautifully all day, never missing a beat -- a whole Triumph OHC engine is (or can be) twice as good as half.
Anyway, I am about 20 miles from home when I say to my girlfriend Christie: "The Stag is officially declared raodworthy. It's been excellent today." The word "today" had not left my tongue for more than 5 seconds before the speedometer needle flailed wildly, like the arms of a 3-year old child on a sugar high. Then it crashed to zero and stayed there.
Looks like I need a speedo cable at the least.
Next time I will tap on the wood dash before I praise the Stag. All in all, still an excellent day.
Richard Truett
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