While hitchhiking from NYC to western PA about 1966 a guy with a Griffith (they were all made by TVR; I can't remember the mechinations that led to some of them being called Griffiths and some TVRs) picked me up a few miles into NJ and informed me that he was tired and we needed to stop for gas a few minutes down the road, would I mind driving for a couple or three hours? What a ball that little beast was - I am forever in debt to that perfect stranger making my day. Every June I believe, there is a car show at Allen's Pond Park in Bowie, MD (or at least there used to be) called British Car Day. Anyone in the area when that show is on should drop by for an hour or three - every year I went there were 8 or 12 TVRs/Griffiths, and most of them were the V8s rather than the ones with Volvo and various other 4 bangers the times I attended.
In August 1967 I stood in a dealer's showroom with 80 $100 dollar bills in my pocket (Merchant ship's paid off in cash in large bills, and that was my collection from 2 long trips as an engineering officer) looking at a brand new 427 Cobra. I didn't buy it - I was not going to pay $7200 out the door for a car with side curtains instead of roll-up windows. Dumb decision, in hindsight. Especially since I didn't buy a big block '67 Corvette with roll-up windows either..... I don't watch Barret-Jackson when either 427 shows up on the auction block.