Really … ? Staggering… ?
What do you actually expect for 20…, almost 30 year old cars ?
The blind spot for enthusiasts is when one assumes that everyone else shares your enthusiasm.
I owned a Triumph TR5 in the mid 70’s. It was 8 years old when I bought it for £460. 75,000 miles,
the engine was getting a bit blue smoky on the over run, and getting rusty, but not too badly.
I decided to rebuild it over an autumn, winter, spring in to early summer. Rebuilt engine, new body panels,
welding done by the MT guys at the RAF base where I worked. Sprayed it myself with an electric gun ( Burgess, for those
who can remember them ).
The car was great. It was a pre-production prototype. Number 6 of all TR5’s ever built. One of the press cars that journalists
tested. Mine was in Autocar ( 1967 ), it was driven in England, France and hurled round Silverstone. The car, even before the
engine rebuild, drove like no other TR5, or TR6 that I subsequently drove. ( I didn’t know anything then about blueprinting, slightly
lightened flywheels etc, that factories did to press cars ).
After I did all the work, I really enjoyed using the car for about 2 years. TR5’s were already being commonly spoken of as future
classics in the mags of the time, fast , powerful, only 500 or so made for the UK. I decided to sell it. ( I had my eyes on buying a Jaguar XJ6 4.2 ).
Could I get rid of that TR5 ? Ads around the owners club. Ad, repeated, in the Exchange and Mart ( yesterdays’s equivalent of Autotrader )
Over 6 weeks, almost 2 months as I recall… barely a sniff, couple of desultory phone enquiries. Price dropped. No difference.
I ended up piling the spare wire wheels into the car, and driving into West London on a January night to sell to a dealer operating out of his
flat. Log books scattered over the dining room table. £1000 in cash. [£5K in todays money. Price for a very good TR5 today, around £50K ]
I wasn’t gutted. Just totally gobsmacked at how, outside of my enthusiast bubble, no one else seemed that bothered.
My interest in TR’s waned when the bigger money started to pile in, gleaming cars began to be transported to shows on trailers,
and less and less people outside of those earning a living from them, seemed interested in getting their hands dirty. And the
words ‘investment’, and ‘patina’ began to appear. Time to move on.