The public has risen and one and demanded more information about our new toy. (Well, okay, Scott Pollack expressed mild curiosity. Whatever.) And so it is that I shall provide a wee bit more information.
The new toy is a 1976 MGB roadster that I bought last weekend after a lot of research into classic convertible options, but a surprisingly brief search for an actual car to buy. For those with a need to know automotive details, it has the four-speed overdrive transmission and a lot of nice upgrades from the previous owner: a Weber carb, K&N air filter, racing headers, an upgraded cam, electronic ignition, solid-state fuel pump, leather seats, a kickin' Dual stereo (with a big, honkin' subwoofer), and custom low-profile wheels and tires. When all four hamsters in the engine compartment are running full speed on their little wheel, it probably puts about about 100 hp. Most importantly, the body seems to be in really good shape with very little rust ... a bit of a rarity for British cars in Michigan.
We had gobs and gobs of fun this weekend taking it for little drives and errands in the hot July sun.
I don't know that Monique was entirely convinced that we needed a sporty little convertible. However, the nice thing about old MGBs is even really nice ones are pretty cheap, so the fun-to-cost ratio is extremely high. And indeed, much fun was had as she took it out for her first outing behind the wheel:
Monique prepares to take her first cruise in the new toy.
And finally, we close with a commemorative poem from Mary Campbell-Droze. Take it away, Mary:
I learned to drive in an MG Midget!
It was so tiny there was no room even to fidget.
I also learned to drive in a Rambler station-wagon.
My turning radius finesse was, as a result, a bit laggin'.