This Short Will Take You Back To The First Car You Fell In Love With

If you got into cars following in family footsteps, you might remember that first time you ditched your Hot Wheels to stroke the roadster your old man had tucked in the barn. If you're still wondering how people become "that obsessed" with autos, well, just press play.


Driving gloves might not be your thing, but the visuals on this video from Supreme are simple and spectacular. Besides, who can't appreciate a multi-generational Morgan?

Here's what the movie's Art Director Justin Barrow had to say about the film, and what his own father's Morgan meant to him and his son:

I wasn't aware of it before making the film, but now realize that there is a beautiful common thread with my relationship with Morgan. As a child I grew up knowing my Father always desired a Morgan but never really knowing why. Around the age of 9, I started buying him a Corgi model Morgan whenever I had the chance. He now has a small, but meaningful collection of models. However, I don't think his collection ever really quenched his desire for a real Morgan...

That is until 6 years ago, when the +8 (Snowy), came into our lives. I remember him phoning me on that day but not speaking, just revving the engine and letting me shout down microphone at him! He can be a real character when he wants to be! He'd never had the money before and to be honest even if he did, he would of rather have spent it on his family than himself. He was a carpenter and a hard working one at that!

I am now 37 and with hindsight, my relationship with Morgan has been a long one, but it feels like its just getting started... My father and I took many trips together in the Morgan and I frequently take my three boys for evening rides. The boys play contentedly for hours in the car, which seems to sum up Morgan to me - it's a vessel for creating memories...

And now? I truly understand how influential that little white car has been throughout my life.

Video: Supreme



This video reached inside me. For me it was my dad's '59 TR3A. I remember when he started looking for one like he used to have, remember the dead-ends and the "hm, that's not quite it"s before he found The One.

I remember maintaining it. I remember the oil changes, the careful washes. Remember sitting with a can of Brasso and polishing the front grille until it shone like a diamond. I remember the smell of it - exhaust and gas and old leather. I remember the way the throttle linkage sounded when you pumped the throttle before you started it. I remember the gauges - Smiths, I think - and how the tone of the engine would roar to a satisfying note as the tachometer surged toward redline.

I think I was about 10 when dad got the Triumph. Some time later, I think I was around 16, one of the wheel bearings failed and the car sat in the garage for ages. I'd work on it occasionally. I eventually got it roadworthy again, teaching myself to synchronize the twin SU carbs. But the alignment was out. This was before the Internet, so I couldn't just google "Triumph TR3A Alignment" ... and we couldn't find a shop to do it, because "it's not in our computer". So it sat.

Then when I was away at college, it got sold. A dad and his son came with a flatbed to take it to its new home, to restore it to its former glory. I hope — really hope — that it's out there somewhere, burbling down some winding backroads.

The Triumph left its mark on me. My first car was a clapped-out 280z. I got it because it was a rwd stickshift and I could afford it. When I could get something nicer, I started looking at new and used cars. I wanted the Triumph. I wanted a small roadster to be part of my early adulthood. So I got a Miata. I got it with 60,000 miles on it and put 200,000 miles on it. Then there were other priorities and the Miata got put to pasture and...

Now that my boys are 3, I'm starting to think about the automotive legacy I will hand down to them. Maybe it will be another Miata.