Everyone knows the stereotypes. The engines leak oil. The wires leak smoke. They’re unreliable, slow, maintenance nightmares. Every time you see one on the road, you wonder—are these things actually good? Or are they just for weirdo masochists who like British things?

You know the type. They love Doctor Who. They pronounce “aluminum” and “Jaguar” weird. They’ve watched, like, three episodes of Top Gear, and now they’ll tell you that Weetabix is actual food.

So maybe they were just all running around in old MGs and Triumphs and Lanchesters just because they’ve got some deep affect going on. Or maybe because those cars are [extremely British voice] bloody BRILLIANT.

But, a bit shamefully, Kristen Lee and I hadn’t ever driven an old British sports car ourselves, so we couldn’t be sure.

We had to go out. We had to do it. A reader invited us to drive his 1970 Triumph GT6+, and we had to drive the car.

And trust me, it’s no affect. These things are good.