This is a reprint of an article my son (then in high school) wrote around 2002. I found it in some old documents and thought it might be interesting for others to read.
How I Got Into British Motoring
My first memories of our legendary MGB came before I had ever even seen one. It was the car that my parents “never should have sold.” The car that they stared at in awe every time one drove by. The car that seemed to run in their veins until we finally purchased another in 2001.
About thirty years ago my mom purchased a ’71 MGB from a surfer who needed more space for his surfboards She and my dad (who later came along) cherished the little car and took care of it for sixteen years. And then came their mortal sin, the unbelievable tragedy - they sold it. Ever since I stared remembering things - a while ago - all I’d heard is how “we never should have sold that little thing.”
Finally one Sunday about a year or two ago I decided to look in the classifieds for another MGB. I was tired of their complaining. Sure enough, there in the “Antique” section was a 1977 MGB. It was like a message sent from Heaven. So, eventually, my dad and I drove out to the Promised Land where this MG was being sold (Hampton Cove). We unloaded out of our car and strolled around to the guy’s garage and there was the first time I had sever seen a real MGB. Of course, I had to excuse its somewhat white/rusted/camouflaged exterior and vacant interior, but it was still a real MGB.
Obviously, I fell in love with it and my dad didn’t even need time for such activity. That car had still been with him since 1988 when he sold the first one. After later convincing the momma-bear of the house, purchased the ’77 MGB for about 1500 dollars. It seems to be the best purchase we’ve made sine … the last MGB. It gives my mom something to brag about and my dad something to work on every day or two. After all, a ride in the MG isn’t measured in miles, but in quarts of oil and number of stalls (there’s always an extra quart in the little MG’s trunk - just in case).
We spent about a year fixing the old thing up. My dad worked on the engine and I put together the interior We then got it painted British Racing Green at a local shop. Ever since, it’s turned out to be a great little car (chick magnet) and a bundle of fun. I always drive it too fast and my dad probably couldn’t say differently (he’s the one that got it up to 80 mph, and keep in mind there’s no overdrive). We take if for rides with the top down in the summer, and it seems to just have something that other cars don’t. That’s what makes it British, I guess. We continue to cherish our MGB, and I will NEVER let my parents sell it.