A rarity in the Kutuka camp, a car that was actually bought new. At some point in our family history, one of us, our dear departed uncle Brian, was sufficiently brave and racy to go out and actually spend his money on a new sports car.

Fortunately, after that normal Harrison behaviour was resumed, and it wasn’t sold or scrapped. Instead, it was instantly treated to a brand of maintenance that was entirely in keeping with the owner, and the chassis was greased up. In fact, a lot of the car was greased, and regularly. A lorry engineer by lifelong calling and of some repute, there was no way Brian’s car was ever going to go wrong for lack of lubrication, and despite her relatively light use, the little car did not want for attention in that regard. Being a Harrison, however, actually spending money on it was not really on the cards, if it could not be repaired in house, then it was going to be done some other way, or not at all.

After Brian’s untimely death – you cannot engineer your way out of prostate cancer – the car sat unloved but coveted, and eventually made its way to our resident Bear.

Bear carried out a few timely repairs and upgrades, she was after all by then 30 years old and water hoses really don’t enjoy such longevity. Endless polishing, a few licks of paint under the bonnet, and a serious attack on the interior, which had housed a family of rodents in the intervening period, brought the car back to use, and indeed she took to the track with the TVR club for their then record-breaking assembly at Rockingham.

But we always wanted to do a fuller job. And when we found a tiny window of opportunity in the racing calendar, we went for it. We took photos, and here is the tale.

What of the car’s name, I hear you cry? Well, we name our racing cars, and though we’ve never bothered much with road cars, there is a lady out there who races a yellow 3000M in the Future Classics, and Bear discovered that she had owned a Taimar at some point. It is as close as we’re going to get to a solid excuse, it would be rude to ignore that. Chrissy it is then.