by Russ Sharples submitted by Mitchel L. Friedman I’ve seen a lot of burned and melted wires in little British cars in my time. This is not surprising, considering that most of these cars were built with just two fuses. When a short circuit occurs in an unfused wire, the wire rapidly heats up all…
by David Mathias I don’t think my wife, Amber, ever rode in a British sports car before she met me, and surprisingly, twenty years later, we’re still married. We live for the months in Upper Michigan where we can drive for miles and miles on the winding roads surrounded by tall pines, lakes, rivers, and…
by Paul Austin I have always enjoyed the Coastal Tour, Mountain Tour, and the Vineyard Tour. What could be better than motoring along a two-lane road, top down, the sky so blue above the rolling, lush farmland, the snatches of birdsong we hear as we drive past, folks in their front yards, waving to our…
by Charles Cutler I grip the large metal-spoked steering wheel of my 1975 MGB, zipping between humdrum hybrids and stale SUVs, my red British roadster releasing the smell of carbureted happiness in its wake. I’m an average 19-year-old guy, but I’ve been photographed, waved at, and propositioned—all because of this classic British car. It is…
by Kathy Cook Al and I fell in love just after high school. But I was not Al’s first love. He had already fallen in love with MGs. In 1972, during our senior year in college, Al picked up a disassembled MGTD. He and I both went to law school and during the summers Al…
by Jake Volkers Part of being a good dad is finding ways to connect with your kids.When I was a teenager, I started getting interested in cars. In particular, the cars at my dad’s shop. In the mid-1970s, he started and single-handedly ran a business that was strictly about British cars. He found ways to…
By John Conkie I bought my 1975 MGB new in my last year of college. After graduation I was stationed as an Army officer at Ft. Lewis, Washington. Originally from the East Coast, I quickly fell in love with the natural beauty and outdoor activities of the Pacific Northwest. And my MG took me on…
By Rodney McDonald After driving for an hour in a Gulf Coast downpour, we arrived at the warehouse address we were given. The roll-up door opened as we got out of our car and there it sat: a scruffy MGB GT in the oh-so-seventies color called Blaze. The hour’s drive was the last leg of…
When the world is topsy turvy, there are some of us who find sanctuary in a garage and peace of mind with the turn of a wrench. Joseph LeamingMy ’79 Spitfire was part of an elderly man’s extensive collection of dilapidated Spitfires that were left abandoned when he passed away, his children uninterested. The gentleman…
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…
