I found that even though I am a terrible photographer, the essence of my Miata shines through the photos I took throughout the summer. A simple, pure, engaging sports car can remedy most ailments of the soul through the basic, joy-filled interaction it offers its driver. This is the barn in the vineyard where I…
It was a gorgeous fall day in November, 2013. Perfect weather around 50 degrees. I was getting ready to help my parents ‘winterize’ their deck when I received a call that my best friend was close by in his 1975 MG Midget. I asked him to stop over to chit-chat for a short while and…
Earlier this year I bought myself a 1975 MGB for my 65th birthday. I have pleasant memories of owning a well-worn 1962 MG Midget and then a rusty 1954 Austin Healy 100 while I was in college. But why buy a 39 year old British sports car now? I had trouble articulating my reasons. I…
It all started when my friend Chris let me drive his ’74 MGB a few years ago. I only drove it for a few miles but there was something about it that made me feel connected to the road and the machine I was sitting in. The steering took some effort as did the brake…
Whitney Sharp of Pekin, Illinois deserves a special place in the unfolding story of the 2013 Moss Motoring Challenge—and you’ll quickly see why. Many Challengers had a couple or a few photos that they we’re particularly proud of. We picked our personal favorites and have displayed them here: The Best of the 2013 Motoring Challenge….
buh-loh-nee* 1. The result of spending way too much money in an attempt to make an old car look old. 2. A descriptive term used to deceive a potential buyer by creating an illusion of proper maintenance and care. 3. Justification for excessive cost related to owning a British car. British cars have a reputation…
I’m an empty-nester as I write this. My last child left home this past weekend and, like her three sisters before her, she will never return to live with me though I may see her from time to time. The move came suddenly, unexpectedly, as her 18th year in my house approached. One day I…
The 10W-40 Castrol dripping on my sweaty face added yet another dimension to the word ‘masochism.’ I’d been under my 1965 TR-4 for 20 minutes trying to deal with the infamous canister element oil filter. Would the gasket leak? Will I have to spend another five minutes taking the securing nut off that mile-long thread?…
About 33 years ago, Don Don Tonks wanted a Model A Ford. He came across a Morris Garage machine during that quest. Now 82 years old, Don has never owned a Model A, but he’s collected quite a few MGs. Some of the cars came to Don in boxes, while others came as rollers. While…
If drivers match their cars, as owners match their dogs, then a glance at my MG midget clearly suggest that I wish to be an irresponsible teenager. Caring not a whit for safety, I am an immortal, screaming down the road with blaring exhaust, and my hair on fire. Please disregard the overweight, middle-aged man…
