By Derwood Schrotberger A friend recommend that I send you photos of my car from when we ventured a 200-mile trip to a British car outing at a farm in western North Carolina where they have a large private lake. I was inspired to make a “splash” impression. Did this canoe carrier surprise folks? Yes… at…
The weather was properly British. Prior to the event we fielded the inevitable phone calls: “I’m driving down and it’s supposed to rain. Just checking to make sure Motorfest is still on…” We celebrate Motorfest primarily as a way to say thanks to you. It’s important for us to be able to meet customers face-to-face, so…
By Chris Seely I’ve always had an eye for cool old things—mainly tools, toys, pocket knives, etc. This was fostered by my mother who took my sister and I to yard sales nearly every weekend. For several summers growing up, we would get into the back of her Subaru station wagon and navigate her to…
By Emilee Crawford “First step, let’s see if they start,” a lover of vintage British sports cars says to me, the weary yet excited, girlfriend sitting beside him. It’s barely daybreak and two twenty-somethings rev the engines of their decades-old British sports cars, embarking on an ambitious road trip down south to The Mitty. Sunrise…
By Sid Bridge I recently bought my first British Roadster—a 1980 Triumph Spitfire. I wanted an MG or a Triumph ever since I was 12, but I never had the guts to buy one given all the warnings I would get from responsible adults. I’m an adult now. Responsible? That would depend on your definition….
By David Clark The Glory Days of the 1930s were long in the past. It had been 20 years since MG was a dominant force, owning records for absolute speed in the classes between 500 and 2,000cc. The engine in their 750cc overhead cam record breaker, EX127, ultimately made 145bhp, supercharged with 39 lbs of…
I admit, I’m timid around people in costume. I didn’t walk up to Beth and Bill until the third time I attended Stowe. I just had to tell them thank you for the extra something special that they bring to the car show. It takes guts (though it seemed natural to them) and work to…
By Abram Perry I put my job on hiatus, packed a bit of camping gear into the boot, and set off down the back roads. It took several months to explore the southwest, hiking the National Parks and BLM land, a wonderful region filled with red rock, canyons, and abundant public lands. Reaching California, the…
By Ed Sweeney My father is a craftsman. Not by trade, as he spends his days managing an industrial machine shop. Many of the same standards apply, but it’s much less of an artistic endeavor. He saved that skill set for home, which allowed me to observe the process. Rebuilding his MGB in the garage…
