by Brandon Butcher I’ve dreamt of writing the story of my Papa’s 1963 TR4 for years, but never did I think it would be against the backdrop of a wildfire. My “Papa,” Jack Butcher, passed away in 2014 at the age of 88. Born in rural Kentucky alongside his sister Doris, Jack enlisted in the…
by Chris Adams My oldest brother was 15 years my elder and, in 1966, he purchased his first car—a low mileage 1962 MGA 1600 MkII. I was just three years old when he brought the little car home. Southern California was a great place to be a teenager with a roadster in the tumultuous ’60s….
By Mike Downs In my early teens I got a job at a foreign car parts store in Falls Church, Virginia. A couple years later I became a mechanic in a foreign car garage that was once a horse stable and still had a dirt floor. The attic above the tin plate ceiling was a…
By Warren Mann “Hey Jon, just a heads up… six months till the Invasion!” On a cold March morning, I fired off a text message to my cousin, reminding him it might be a good time to dive into one of his Healey projects so that he’d be ready for the long drive to Stowe,…
