by Matt Hunter The title was transferred to me on a bright November day, outside a dusty airplane hangar in middle-of-nowhere Mississippi. But my guardianship started as a little boy whose feet barely scraped the floor mats in the passenger seat of grandpa’s car. As little kids, my big sister and I played “drive-thru.” We…


Should I Stay or Should I Go?

by Ross Robbins As caretakers of old cars we face a lot of skeptics when we plan to venture far from home. In fact, because of others’ skepticism, or even our own, many of us don’t take our old British iron much farther than our local cars and coffee. I think that is a shame….


Bert Shirey Passes on the Torch

I had been on the hunt for a nice Bugeye for several years, but I knew that there was a beauty owned by fellow MGs of Baltimore car club member Bert Shirey. I made it known to him years ago that I would love to have his if it ever came time to pass the…


The Practical C-Type

By Richard Santucci Fred Dagavar was a man’s man. A swashbuckling Errol Flynn type complete with manicured moustache. He possessed a distinctive, deep, gravelly, Armenian accented voice and was arrested in 1935 for brandishing a gun at a man after a fender bender on, where else, Gun Hill Road. “I ought to give you a…


“Double Header”

by Cal Sikstrom A 1969 MGB Mineral Blue aluminum bonnet stands on my driveway with bright yellow circles around two big dents. PAUL is printed in the middle of the deepest one. My name CAL is printed in the other. The van arrives to pick me up. A passenger door slides open and I settle…


Remembering my Triumphs of the Shirtless ’70s

by Joel Justin, Member of the Central Coast British Car Club When I was in high school in the mid-1970s, I was into cars like all my buddies. Most of them had American muscle cars, but my best friend and I were into sports cars. We read Road & Track instead of Hot Rod. We…


Sir Leonard Lord BMC’s Chairman

Courtesy of the archives of Graham Robson The comic-strip definition of a tycoon is of someone who swishes around in a huge stretch limo, smoking huge cigars, and doing shady financial deals behind the backs of organized labor. Sir Leonard Lord was not like that, rather, by any standard he was a rough diamond. Often…


The Family MG Midget

By Don Zisette It was June of 1966 when my dad brought home a British racing green MG Midget. He purchased the car on Pike Street in Seattle at the old British Leyland Dealership. It was the start of years of adventures with the Midget. I developed a bond with this little car and British…


Passing Down the Car Bug

By Justin VanDertuin The story of my triumph TR3 starts way back in the ’50s with my grandpa Jack. He loved British race cars. He also had a love of motorcycles and use to race them. That “car bug” got passed down to my dad, not only by my grandpa but also by a ’23…


Moss Motors, Al Moss, and Me

by John Ossenfort In 1954 when I was 13, an Air Force pilot boyfriend of our next-door neighbor crammed my brother and I into the luggage area of his MGTD and off we went. What a ride! But when I started to drive, it was in a variety of American products. When the last of…

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