Let me say right now that I am a product of my upbringing. Any foolish notions that I have towards British sports cars are all inherited from my father (and mother, to a lesser extent). Now that my disclaimer has been disclaimed, let me tell you a story… There once was a boy who had…
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…
After I bought my TVR 2500 some two years ago, I started to cast about for an appropriate name for it. Then one fateful day it acquired a name—easily! The Carlisle Import Auto Show in May is a favorite event of mine to attend. As I drove out the 132 miles from Philadelphia to Carlisle,…
As a co-chair of GoF West ’95, I wanted to make a contribution that would make this event particularly memorable. It was agreed, therefore, that the event would feature a tribute to all pre-war MGs, and we would make every effort to encourage owners and their cars from all across the country. Pre-war MGs have…
When I received the Spring edition of “Moss Motoring,” I was delighted when I saw the article “Afterthoughts on the TR7” listed on the cover. I thought, Finally, some credit is to be given to the Wedge! My delight turned to anger and despair when I read the feature, as “Afterthoughts” turned out to be another totally unenlightened…
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…
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…
The MG owner stared at the lug nut in his hand and silently cursed the gas station mechanic. He looked back up at the parts store. “Tiny’s Auto Parts.” The words were painted on the storefront window of a narrow brick building, sandwiched between a dry cleaner and a shoe repair. A dusty collection of…
Recently, we were delighted to welcome to Moss Motors a friend of ours who owns a very rare MG indeed! Cyril Mellor from Burton-on-Trent in England was our visitor and he is the proud (and fortunate) owner of a 1928 MG 14/40. An MG, by the way, which was not built at Abingdon, but at…
One September afternoon in 1992, I was browsing through the August 31 issue of “Autoweek” magazine. What piqued my curiosity was a letter in rebuttal to an article in the July 27 “Autoweek” issue. That article claimed that a Devin-bodied special, currently being raced in vintage races, was the first Huffaker Special built. The letter…
