When my ’68 Jaguar XKE needed a new clock battery, which is a small mercury cell 1.5 volt, I was informed that the EPA had banned the sale and disposal of mercury cells in California! Determined to have a working clock in the Jag, I modified the circuit, grind two pieces of insulated wire, approximately…
I suppose any 19-year-old college student in the late ’60s sporting his favorite pair of Dingo boots would have been upset to find them unexpectedly ruined while sitting in Western Civ class. A little investigating found the culprit to be my 1964 MGB with a leaking master cylinder. Brake fluid had found its way through…
This hobby is a cyclical one. Over the winter, when cars are safely stowed away from the cold, we go into a form of hibernation. The busy summer of the previous year has passed, Christmas flew by, and before we know it, spring once again has blossomed before our eyes. Here at Moss, right around the…
There she was: a 1979 MG Midget at a yard sale on the corner of Solar Road, where my fiancé Ed lived south of Montrose, Colorado. With her bright yellow paint, black top, bumpers and tires, she looked like a giant bumble bee touching down in the middle of used clothes, pots, pans, dishes, and old…
Lensman Dave Gooley has found himself a significant other, Susan by name. Regular readers of this column probably know that Dave does most of the photography that illustrates my articles. What makes this Susan particularly significant is that she loves to travel. Last May, she spent nearly three weeks careening through France and Italy with…
Much has been publicized in regard to MG ’96, the giant meeting of all the MG clubs to be held at Indianapolis in lute June of this year. However, how many enthusiasts know that in the early ’60s, especially in 1964 and 1965, MGs actually raced at Indianapolis in the famous May spectacular—the Indy 500?…
Our cars constantly “talk” to us, but we don’t always listen very well. New cars have very soft voices, and even when they are in great pain they prefer to talk through their computers to a diagnostic computer in a shop. Not so with our older British sports cars—they bellow and roar enough when everything…
When I saw the picture in the winter issue of “Moss Motoring,” I did actually recognize the little Triumph, and wondered how many of your readers had ever seen one, let alone driven one! The Super Seven was my first-ever motor car, although the one I purchased in 1950 was a single-seater hill climb version, originating…
Maybe by the time these words pass across your winter-weary retinas, we will be wending our way eastwards in the Mossmobile, on the way to the first of the great British car events scheduled for this summer’s Moss Road Show. So that you might come up and visit with us as we travel this wonderful…
I’ve been wanting to replace my original 17-inch steering wheel with a wood-rimmed one for some time. For those of us of ample build, or belonging to the “seismically stable” set, the additional clearance of a smaller wheel can make a lot of difference in driving pleasure. Yes, I know that there is just an…
