In which we continue our series of articles on the history and development of the MG Car Company. Written by Doug Beagley of Bremerton, Washington, whom we inadvertently moved to Los Angeles in our Spring issue! Sorry Doug must have been the ‘quake that did it! It was in July 1927 when the Morris Garages were…
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…
I enjoy getting your newsletter very much and when it arrives I devour it cover to cover! I especially enjoy the Tech Tips and Under the Bonnet features and get a lot of useful information from them. Owning a 1976 MG Midget can be quite a challenge at times! Recently every 50 miles or so,…
A driver’s-eye view from Stephen Newby. THE EVENT. This was the third in a three-race series sponsored by the Sports Car Club of BC, and the last race of the season in the International Conference of Sports Car Club championship race series. The championship points battle would be decided in this race. QUALIFYING. The Newby…
There are two roads out of Wendover, Utah, that lead to the Bonneville Salt Flats. One is interstate 80, and there is a sign on the road which says “Exit 4 Bonneville Speedway.” The other road is a strip of bituminous that was part of US 40 and the old Lincoln Highway. Today, it serves…
You have to be just a little crazy to own a British car, and all British car owners will proudly proclaim that fact. It’s a case of constant breakdowns and repairs, strange and obsolete parts, bizarre mechanisms. But they love ’em, and my husband, Craig, is no exception. He is the owner of his second…
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…
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…
