by Roy Locock Two years ago I decided I wanted to do one more decent drive in Bridget before retiring her from the endurance touring game. Then, on the 24th of February, 2022, Mr. Putin challenged my plans. So, I decided to ‘play in the backyard’ for three months. I realized that there were a…
By Casey Yunker I became infected at the age of four in 1978. You know how the story goes, Uncle Rick had a 1965 MkIII Austin-Healey, black with red interior, and he’d take me for rides. The disease spread quickly in our family, given how contagious it is, and my father in 1981 got it…
By Roy Locock The run from England down to the south of India was a little over 10,000 miles. The time required to ship the Midget from Chennai to Perth, Western Australia, was four weeks, so I spent a couple of those in Phuket, Thailand. I flew into Perth a week before the car was…
By Roy Locock I am a traveler, a gypsy, nomad, drifter or any of the names given to people who feel they don’t have roots. I have always been this way. I am curious. I want to know what’s over the next hill, and then the next. Between my teens and my sixties I held…
By Robert Goldman The ’roach is getting angry. There are few visceral experiences in a street legal little British car that surpass those of the Flaming Cockroach, when aroused. The problem is, or has been for a while now, the delivery of sufficient fuel. Being a high energy creature, he needs lots of it. I…
By Forrest Struss Most of my high school years in Montana were spent driving a customized 1948 Chrysler. In 1960, I graduated, enlisted in the Army, and was soon stationed in Germany. My first appreciation for British sports cars developed in Germany in 1963 when my good Army friend purchased a new Triumph TR4. I…
By Jane Miller We celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary at beautiful Vogel State Park, where many years ago we had taken one of our first camping trips. One afternoon we took a short diversion from waterfall hiking to eat at a pizza shop in downtown Blairsville, Georgia. We chatted about how fun it would be…
It’s easy. Just tell a proud owner you’re putting their car in this class, when they want to be in that one. I’ve seen it happen before, and likely been responsible myself. After hosting the British Car Festival in California for five years, and now preparing for our second Motorfest next summer, we’re still trying…
“It’ll never be an investment. It’s a money pit.” The sage words of my high school friend’s father. My first car was a 1969 MG Midget. It had a fiberglass hard top, so I didn’t even know it was a convertible at first inspection. I knew very little about cars and even less about British…
Shortly after the introduction of the MGB, work began apace on a potential replacement – little did the crew at Abingdon realize that it would soldier on through the end of the next decade – and it was decided that the rear suspension of the next car should have a more modern design (a decision…
