John West:
So,
Just to avoid any confusion… You’re not that keen on Masseys - I mean we wouldn’t want anyone getting the idea that you may have liked them just a tiny bit…
Ah. MGs! A friend of mine had a TC. It was in British racing green. He [zb] it by putting Austin Healey 3 litre wheels on it. It was further abused when he sold it to another chum who sprayed it electric blue! I was his passenger when we somehow managed to get into the 1973 Barrow hospital parade. We were waved at and collected coins - sometimes in unfortunate places, for an hour!
It was then bought by someone who recognised its worth and it was re sprayed in BRG again and had the original wheels restored and replaced. It has been in a garage in St Bees for about 40 years and the current owner, Eileen, promises me that she intends to restore it to its total glory.
The TD was probably more beautiful than anything else on the road in those days, so I don’t think a Fergie would compete Saviem! I know beauty is in the eye of the beholder but still…
I had an MGB GT 1968? in about 1973 - it had the original chrome bumpers and the big ends rattled for a second or two after you started it in the morning. What an honest car! No problems and would do 90 all day at 4000 revs in overdrive on those pre camera motorways! Bristol - Barrow in just over 3 hours! Ah, good times. Had a couple of MGBs thereafter including the one the ex-wife got in the divorce - she got the mine I got the shaft!
Happy days!
John
Evening all,
John, do you like me, look at the price that some of these old bangers now command, and remember just how B Orrid they were to drive, and think…not ever again, and not at that price!
My good lady, when we had our Daughter, I bought her a 3 bearing MGB, deep maroon, fitted a car child seat in the back…and sun hats on off they went…not possible today!
Then I “dealt” a Lenham Sprite …set up for Hill Climbing…the carburettors were as big as the bores…sadly not an easy starter…but the Mothers used to wait for my beloved, after school, (she was a Schoolteacher then), and push start the beast…bang, rrrrrasp, (sheet of flame from the exhaust)…and away…never late to get my tea…
But early married days…there was the ex Mc Credies of Ayr Volkswagon pick up…every journey you could smell the Kippers…or the Vauxhall Viva, that she complained about the heavy steering…I never believed her…untill one Snowy day I saw her leave 4 independent tyre tracks as she drove away…
But before marriage…to impress the girl I was to marry I dealt a 3.8 Jaguar, chrome wire wheels, white, (and rust), coachwork…and the registration 4060 HP…had to go as I could not afford to run it…go like hell, switch off…coast…turn on…repeat…then wonder why my love was pressed hard against the passenger door…
Or the Riley Roadster, pencil slim, burned oil like a heavy smoker, gorgeous to look at…but utterly worn out…Like the Jensen 541, British Racing Green, Red Leather, Fibreglass coachwork crazed like some concrete layers nightmare…took four of us to club together enough funds for the petrol to go out in…it had to go…
As did so many…high steppers…but far beyond my means to run them…easy to acquire…less so to run…as was the Ford Thames 100E …10 mpg…10 mp pint…all my mates used to club together and give me the waste oil from their motorcycles…certainly cramped my style as a play boy…pick up some spectacular talent in a van laden with waste oil cans…then stop every so often to tip the contents into the smoking power plant…
My life has had sort of evolving swerves in its progress…
Cheerio for now