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 Tim Vachon We winched this beast onto our trailer from an Amarillo, Texas open field. Bought online in 2006, this tired MGA was designed as a poor man’s roadster, made to drive in the local race, run around and then put back home for future adventures. They made a boatload of these British cars and…
A True Memoir of a Caramel Colored MGB, told in fairytale style… By Paul Marshall Once upon a time, a little girl grew up in a family where her father drove small British sports cars. Since she was a child, she dreamt of having an MG of her very own. So when she grew up,…
By Scott Shnurman I’ve never written to a magazine before, but this exercise has been helpful. It’s been exactly four weeks since my best friend died. He just happened to be my Dad. Devastation is too weak a word to describe my feelings. I’m fortunate to have a car story to help pull me through…
By Rob and Tommie Camblin The 2017 Moss Motoring Challenge would be our third endeavor to visit as many locations as possible while enjoying our MGs. My wife, Tommie and I are fortunate enough to take care of three of Britain’s finest examples of English motoring design; a 1951 MGTD, 1962 MGA Mk II, and…
By Alicia St. John Photos by Christian Maurer The best years of my life have been spent driving my MGA. Nothing could compare to navigating the curves of Mulholland Drive, on a starry night, with Sinatra playing on the stereo. The beautiful instrument panel, lit up against the darkness. My right hand cradling the…
…and only one pair of shoes. “Hello, my name is Rex. Oh! Next to me is my “cup holder,” Jeanine, wife of 49 years—plus three years of dating in high school.” That is how we started out a letter to the mayoral offices of the sixteen cities. We were hopefully spending one night and part…
Cream color is she Driving under an azure sky are we In amongst a man-made canyon carved out of lines of trees on either side; bursting in color Reds, yellows, oranges They come to flame one last time Before going to sleep We drive upon asphalt My cream colored car and I Amongst others; Black…
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…
Last year we asked you to determine the greatest British sports car of all time and after spirited voting the Jaguar E-Type – not unexpectedly – emerged victorious ahead of the Austin-Healey 3000 and Triumph TR6. This time we changed the call of the question: name your favorite British sports car manufactured since the end…
