I am so glad the unloved stay unloved, even when the reason for their lack of love is merely dumb motoring journalists, who could not tell a good car from a heap of you know what. If this were not the case I could never afford my TR7 & TR8. I could not have afforded even one of the more sort after Triumphs as a toy, when there were lids still at school, & other such costs. When the worst car I ever drove on the track, [see below] was sold for 1,6 million, I knew than many so called car enthusiasts are no better at choosing a good car.