Perhaps however, there was better news regarding the search for a chassis. Dick, another ‘trade’ colleague, odd ball, faintly eccentric acquaintance of Chris, had come up with a couple of possibilities that he had found on E’Bay for about £100.00p. Guardedly, Chris feared the sort of sad anoraks, Dick included, who spend most their waking hours trawling for useless pieces of crap should not be trusted, or encouraged. So, understandably, that line of enquiry was instantly binned. I had been equally busy wading through the ‘ads’ of ‘Triumph club Mag’, ‘Classic cars’ plus any other publication that offered ‘genuine Triumph spares at competitive prices’.
I had located the ‘Spitfire Graveyard’ solely operated by a jovial but blunt Yorkshireman from Sheffield, called ‘Richard’. He does appear to have a choice of the principal components on our preliminary shopping list, at very competitive rates and, in his words, of great quality. I duly discussed, with Chris, the prospect of approaching Richard for, perhaps, even the bulk of the fundamental parts.
He appeared very keen at 2.00pm, thought that Richard was just a scrapman at 3.00pm, compared him to Dick at 4.00pm, at 5.00pm suggested that we bought everything from him, 5.30pm that we don’t buy bloody anything from him, 6.00pm we should at least reserve the chassis, 6.10pm blamed me for not finding out prices 4 weeks ago, 6.15pm wants to go to farm and measure up the original chassis, to see if we can fit it into the Land Rover. By the time it was 6.30pm my fucking head was in bits, I didn’t know whether I was coming or going.
As the evening drew in Chris went to Oak; I remained at home sending e’mails and searching the ‘net’ for parts.
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