Cruising the Convertible Triumph TR6

It was about 88 degrees, sun beating down on the cloth red seats of the burgundy Triumph TR6 convertible my uncle W owned and we were speeding along the twists and turns in Ulster County New York. Him and his second new wife, L, absolutely adored cruising especially with the best music playing on a brand new cassette deck. This particular day the family owned business, the bar, profits were up, grandpa and grandma were pleased, he was very much in love and his two young nieces were up for the summer. He played chauffer, uncle, teacher, disciplinarian as best he could; but above-all he was the best entertainer of all. The hedonism teetered between double yellow lines, passing zones, falling rock zones and farm animals in the road. But even all the twists and turns of the interstate roadway, were no match for his driving skill and show-off personality characteristic. I found it impressive, my aunt found it sexy, my mother saw it sometimes dangerous. Route 55 on a dry sunny summer day was a very pleasant road trip.

The convertible was the greatest car I ever was driven around in. It was shiny with all the chrome and bright burgundy. I also loved it because it was built so low to the ground and catching all the wind, you felt like you were windsailing. Catskill mountain park and the surrounding areas has many small and mid-size inland lakes that serve as beautiful landscape. Of course you do have to slow down to look at them, so we did not see too many of them clearly. Reckless a little but always maneuvering his best through the meandering black ribbon which snaked its way through lush landscape of brilliant shades of green and brown.