It is still mourned. It was the pre-internet days of car & motorcycle restoration. Finding parts was an adventure back then; a combination of magazines, shows & swap meets, knowing a guy who knew a guy, club meetings and oddball junkyard visits. I came across the TR3 in a Mom & Pop junkyard I went to for Jag parts, she was sitting in mud to her rockers, a sorry sight to see. Our oldest son was with me, he saw it and it was love at 1st sight. Great dad moment, right there and then I knew in my heart we'd given birth to at least one gearhead.
The boys are all men now and as it turned out they've all got gas in their veins. They all either have a classic car or bike, some have both. The shared passion for the Pats and wrenching keeps us close.