That’s what I heard someone say as I stopped to get gas in the U-Haul truck in Clear Lake, Iowa.
The Triumph was shrouded in its car cover, and the fellow at the next pump (some big burly guy driving a black Ford pick-up with oversize tires) started speculating about what I was towing.
Naturally, I didn’t let his comment go unanswered so I prodded him to keep guessing. He also thought the car might be a Sunbeam Alpine. Good guess, and I was impressed that he was absolutely right in thinking the car was British.
When I finally told him it’s a Triumph Spitfire, he asked if it was a TR3. Oh. Turns out he didn’t know much about little British cars after all. Oh well.