Truimph Herald

triumph_1I first got to Britain in 1968 and fell in love with a whole variety of things. Despite everything on the wrong side, cars were included, especially the frowsier versions of domestic sports cars. There was something essential is the damp smell of leather and horsehair, the oversize steering wheels, the odd sitting position and wheel-well intrusion, the leaks around every window and joint, the heavy clutch and wobbly gearchange, the answered prayers on start-up (usually with a great billow of blue smoke), the fiddling with the choke — and the empty motorways and hedgerow-lined roads that made driving worth the effort. This ’67 Triumph Herald brings it all back home, not to mention the Abbey Road walk-in-motion thing, thanks to Jalopnik.


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