AL: here's a 1968 MGB we caught in Portland, Maine. And Bruce Willard's MG poem. And an MGB-GT we found on a cold day in Holland. Then there's the "white sports car" referenced in this Peter Behrens short story, The Smell of Smoke, which was, in fact, a 1964 MGB.
Trucks, cars, highways, landscape, good writing. "You cannot travel on the path, before you have become the Path itself."
Sunday, May 23, 2021
1974 MGB and The Smell of Smoke
from Reid Cunningham: "These used to be so common, so it was a nice surprise to find this one in Bedford, NH. The collector market has shot up during the pandemic, but these remain relatively cheap. I suspect many people who would have picked up an old MGB are driving a Miata instead. My dad had a 1980, the last year sold in the USA, while I was in college in the late 80's. It made his previous Fiat seem reliable. A couple times a month something broke, my favorite failure was when the exhaust manifold split. How do you manufacture a hunk of cast iron so poorly it fails? All that said, my dad loved his and I thought it was a fun car when he let me borrow it."
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