1965 Triumph Other 1965 Spitfire

Until now you may have been one of those lucky few who thought you had it all. Alas, you were wrong.

Good news is you can have it all, and truly be happy.

Happiness is when you wake up on Sunday morning, put your surfboard and dog and girl (or boy) in your vintage red convertible and cruise the New Zealand coastline, listening to Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young or possibly even Pet Shop Boys.

Happiness comes with two seats, a free calendar and 1300cc of 1965 British throat gurgling joy.

Things happiness does not come with:

• Cinnamon the best dog
• the surfboard
• the 40 year old male model/actors (in calendar)
• a WOF
• a safety rating above 0.

Other fun facts:

• Spitee got a warrant and passed an inspection just before I bought her, but f**k knows how. Rust in the sills and floor have been repaired using steel that wasn’t suitable. This is a major job. It means the car would be really really unsafe in a crash.
• Barry, a Hutt based auto repair chap put it like this: “I’m very sorry but the workmanship repairing the structural rust is appalling. I would not warrant this for love nor money.” I said “Could be worse.” He said “I don’t see how.” I said “You could have told me I had cancer.” He said, after a time, with a dead pan expression: “I know lots of people that have survived cancer.”
• I paid $13,500 planning to use over summer, have lots of fun and re-sell at a small loss. Good plan. I did have lots of fun and didn’t crash and die.
• New plan: sell with full disclosure (not that this matters when it comes to disputes tribunal I found) and give all proceeds to Cancer Society.

Needless to say, car is sold “as is, where is” and would suit someone who wants project.

Pick up in Martinborough. From my uncle Maurice. Who is a good talker.