Tonawanda News — There are two Plymouths in this photo, one parked at the curb, the other on the move, massive, tail-finned dinosaurs containing about three times the amount of steel as a modern econocar; on the other hand, it could seat six and you could probably live in one for a month.
(And it provokes a joke, as many things in life do. It was not long ago the question “What would Jesus drive?” was batted around. The book of Genesis notes that God drove Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden “in his fury,” and at one point in the New Testament it is noted that Jesus and his apostles were “in one accord,” so evidently God drives an old Plymouth and Jesus drives a Honda.)
Also visible in the picture are a Studebaker, what looks like a ‘58 Corvette and some homely mystery crate of a car, a small convertible that is likely foreign but most definitely not a Jaguar XK-E. All right, what is it?
Zoom in, get out the magnifying glass. I think it’s a British Triumph, but not one of the desirable, collectible, lovable Triumph sports cars, rather the forlorn, “family-car” Triumph. Nothing special about this baby, except that I can’t identify it.
Count the number of dimples above the grille to see if they go to seven, the amount of letters in the name “Triumph.” There are a few visible badges on this little car, but nothing indicative of the make or model. Note the flat, inexpensive hubcaps with no identification.
Call in a friend, who works for the Sports Car Club of America. He sends the photo to a few colleagues. Sit back and await the definitive answer.
The definitive answer: “It might be an early Honda 600. Someone out here had one of the first.” “Triumph Herald.” “It’s a Sunbeam.” “Is that a Corvette parked at the curb?”