TVR is coming back and I can’t wait. Because if you don’t like the idea of owning a TVR then I suspect that you don’t really like cars very much. 

A failure to be moved by the sight and sound of these wonderful beasts really makes you a firm non-petrolhead.

However, the idea of owning a TVR is always going to be more appealing than the reality of it: breaking down, in other words. 'TVR' and 'clockwork reliability' are rarely mentioned in the same sentence. To own a TVR is to live with constant fettling and sudden unexplained electrical failures. 

This is all part of the ownership experience, and what an experience it is. Owners can and do complain about the marginal economy, poor reliability and sheer bloody expense of running a TVR, but hardly any regret the experience.

There have been many glorious models over the years, but here are some of my favourites.


If there ever was such a thing, here was TVR’s bread and butter model, which was pretty to look at and mad to drive. A sort of MGB that had been to rehab and really didn’t care what anyone thought.