If it’s so easy to get “suckered” into buying a used Jaguar of recent vintage, why is it so hard to find someone else to do so when it’s time for it to go?
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I owned this bike for all of two months. Bought on a whim from a neighbor, I was just too stretched to really afford it. I now wonder: what was I thinking?
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.
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.
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.
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).
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!
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.
