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Welcome Why targa-topped cars can transport you back to a lost era and how depreciation creates crazy possibilities There’s a moment of mild humiliation that my fellow Le Mans travelers love to remind me of over a campsite beer. It was the year I surprised them all by turning up at the Portsmouth ferry terminal with the TVR Griffith 500 bought just a few days earlier, then had them all disabled with laughter shortly after disembarkation when I pulled over at the roadside to drop the top. Out came my luggage, followed by my tool kit and finally the spare wheel. Because that was the only way to fit the hard centre section of the roof into the deep but short boot. By the time I’d piled all of my…