In the mid-seventies I worked with a young knothead who bought a new Triumph TR7. Talk about the pure pits, he was constantly having to take a day off from work and drive 125 miles or so one way to the dealer to get something fixed. I think that, on at least one occasion, it was undriveable and had to be hauled in. I wouldn't have paid five hundred dollars for one of those rolling junkpiles.
nobody should have ever thought of British cars as everyday transportation
but they make great Sunday afternoon cars
assuming you can do all the repairs yourself, LOL