1974 Triumph Spitfire 1500.
There are a lot of reasons to hate British roadsters, reliability, rust, electrical systems....etc.... but before you condemn them, you have to drive one on a windy road with the top down, Falcon stainless steel exhaust singing a song that should not come from a cast iron OHV 4cyl. (it's rumored that Mazda tried over 100 exhaust combinations trying to duplicate that sound) It's not an experience that one can describe. Turn down the Steely Dan on the period inaccurate Blaupunkt and get the car into the twisty stuff. The shifter is startlingly precise and smooth....make you forget about a 912 or a 914. The car tracks around the corners with grip that seems unlikely for 13" tires. And again, that engine! On paper it's pathetic but the sound is awesome and when backed with 4.11:1 rear-end it's suprisingly peppy for what amounts to a post WWII tractor engine.
I still don't know why I sold it. Maybe I was poisoned by other Triumph owners who questioned the house badge placement, the Mimosa yellow color match, or my choice of black tartan seat covers