I drove the MGB down to Bellevue today to take a gander at the All British Field Meet. I think this year is the 16th (!) which I’m astonished at as I helped put together the first one in 1989. I saw a number of neat cars and got a halfway decent sunburn. However, this show is the least interesting, somehow, of the “big three” here in the northwest, especially as it’s on tarmac and it can get quite hot out…not to mention it’s awfully darn crowded anywhere in the greater Seattle area these days, which makes getting there not all that much fun.
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The current lineup of mouldering hulks
I’ve got a lot of car-related tasks to do this summer, but rebuilding the front end of my truck has got to be up there on the priority list. The springs have sagged a lot, and there is a ton of slop in the steering. I think I’m just going to do it all while I’m in there…tie rod ends, bearings, discs, springs, shocks, king pins and bushings. I suspect at least some of the slop is in the power steering, but that project can wait for another day.
I took Reg up to Oak Harbor today to view a used–very used, it’s almost 60 years old–Ford 8N tractor for use around Pony Hollow. The drive was nice, if a bit chilly…isn’t this almost July? It felt like it was early April.
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?
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).
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!
This is my one completed ground-up restoration, of which I’m both proud and a bit embarrassed–perhaps like you’d feel if a loved one made a nude painting of you.
It turned out beautifully, but a lot of my work needs some retrofitting. For example, I’m not riding it much at the moment because the front forks leak like a sieve. I need to pull the front end apart and put plumber’s tape on all the threaded bits of the hydraulic tubes…didn’t know when I assembled it and I’m dreading the job.
Of course, the other reason I’m not riding it is that the repro carb on it is terrible. Caught the bike on fire, no less, once.






