This was my second Healey, and in theory what I had always wanted…a “Healey Blue” tri-carb 3000. I enjoyed the car, but it constantly needed attention, which just didn’t mesh with the 70 hour weeks I was working.

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I have to laugh, I found an ad on the internet for a 1975 Buick Century, my first car–described as a “classic.” Mine was definitely not, and somehow earned the nickname “the soy-sauce mobile” among my friends.

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I will be posting bits and pieces from time to time about my past cars, as I remember them and especially if I find any photos. In the meantime, there may not be a lot of actual content behind that intimidating and very sad list on the right-hand side.

Sometimes, in an effort to do good works, you get bitten. That’s how I ended up with this MGB-GT–not a bad car, but one which can’t carry the baggage we’ve accumulated together.

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Mesa show celebrates American fondness for British sports cars

I’m possibly the only person in the world bothered that this article, ostensibly about British cars, is headed by a photo of a rather nasty kit car, about as British as schnitzel. I guess there is no accounting for taste.

I’ve always liked pickups, and I became a Ford man by the Matchbox ’69 Ford I had as a kid (a “kennel” truck–the kennel and occupants were quickly lost, though).

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Reggie is my 1963 MGB. I will never sell this car–I always come back to MGBs and this one is great, despite the fact that I don’t like white cars with black interiors!

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My 1961 XKE roadster is my forever car…in that the car is going to take forever to finish. When I started I was full of vim, and sure I could get it done in a year.

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I’m trying to sell the XJR and the MGB GT, both via free internet ads. This has worked well for me in the past (on occasion) but this go-round I’m getting all of the bums. My short list of peeves about the process:

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This is what I like most about bikes: You can buy a bike that will out-perform the mightiest of cars for a very small fraction of the cost.

Now whether it can actually out-perform those cars with an old lady like me riding it (and a fat old lady to boot), is another question. But just knowing you’re on a machine capable of such performance is exhilarating.