Sometimes a picture says a thousand words. Sometimes, a lady with hands on her hips says a million words. Today, we’ve got a little of each — and for this next car I am going to let the seller’s wife take it from here: Honey, are you comin to dinner? Your dinner is gonna be cold — I swear he spends more time in the garage with that ’78 Dutton Phaeton Series 1 he’s tryin a-sell on craigslist for $5,000 than his gran-kids, who aren’t even that far from Kansas City. Tip from Zach Z.
He gets so excited when people ask him “what’s a Dutton” –cause then he can drag some poor house guest out to the garage for a 35 minute learnin’ about Dutton. Ay-ve heard the story a thousan’ times, some guy named Tim Dutton started buildin kits in his workshop in England usin’ Triumph Herald bits in the early 70s — and you could buy all the parts from this guy and put it together in yer own garage. Why you’d want to pay a bunch a money and hafta put the car together yerself is a mystery to me, cause I like my cars to be factory assembled.
Mah husband’s Dutton has been off the road since before the kids left the house — exceptin little Jimmy, cause he come back after his problems when that poh-lease man who didn’t lak his t-shirt done trump up charges at heem. He was tellin’ me about the engine the other day when I was watchin Wheel (that Vanna just neva ages a day, ooooeeee) and I was only half listnin’ but I think he said it was a vee six from some kinda German Ford, but you can see for yourself cause theres a hole in the hood.
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