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My father showing my mother how to shoot his Luger pistol when they were a new couple. This is on the road to the Old Town side of Pushaw Lake in Maine with the bog road in the background. This road used to flood every spring. That's dad's 1960 Triumph TR3. Wish he had kept it. View full size.
They'de be a stylish couple today, with the clothes, the car, the sunglasses. That's a great photo. My dad bought a '55 MG-A in Europe when he was in the service. The government shipped it stateside when his hitch was up, and they drove it even when my older sister was born in '55. When I came along in '57 he had to sell it and get a '55 Chevy. Once he was driving in Minneapolis with the top down and stopped for a red light. A teenager sprawled on the bus stop bench with a cigarette in his mouth looked him and the car over and said "What else did daddy get you for Christmas?" If I can find a photo I'll post it.
I had an MG MGA 1600 Mk II that also had the requisite hole for the crank, but it was in the bumper vs. the grill. It collapsed to about half its length, and was stowed on the front wall of the "boot" in spring fasteners. For as often as the car would not start when cold or damp, the crank was quite handy.
I had a '60 TR-3, too, but it was getting on in years by then ('75 - '77). I still have the occasional dream where I'm tooling around in it. It was sky blue, which your dad's looks like it may have been (either that or white). I always got a kick out of that hole in the grill for the crank. Thanks for posting!
So many cool and stylish touches to this scene, but I particularly like the bottle on the hood of the car.
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