I picked up Reggie the 1963 MGB today. I haven’t driven the car in a year, but now we’re in “MG country” (and with the sale of a couple of cars) I have a place for it. Aside from flat batteries and stuck points in the fuel pump, the car started right up. It really is a great old car–definitely a pleasure driving it home. It’s funny how familiarity does breed contempt; when we use something frequently, we can often only see the flaws. Take a breather and the good qualities overwhelm all of those nit-picky details. Before putting the MG in storage for a year, all I could see were flaws. How long will the new honeymoon last?