I’m parked on the grass alongside Highway 59 just outside Montevideo, Minn. I’ve positioned my car in front of a bright green sign announcing “Lac qui Parle County.” As I set up the tripod and camera, a passing Ford pulls over and stops. The driver rolls down his window and asks if I’m having trouble…
“How could a car this small hold so much dirt, grease and oil,” I thought as I alternated between applications of degreaser and a paint scraper to the firewall of the little car. It was obvious after pulling the head off of the 998cc A-Series engine that the tappet chest cover gaskets were leaking and…
The Wizard sat still, trying to shake off the sluggish mind of sleep, trying to move slowly every little muscle starting at the toes and working up. This seemed the safest way to get all the old parts moving and prepare himself for a day of the new spells, “Ha the new spells!” What a…
After many, many years of pining for a TR6, I was finally able to acquire a 1973 in remarkably good condition, which I drove to and fro along back roads and byways at breathtaking speeds. For four years, my manly mallard-hued motor was a ready companion, never failing to start, never failing to run, never…
“Service Manager” …The sign on the door looked official enough. Silver metal letters and a silver border raised above a rough textured black background. It just wasn’t what I expected to see. Then again, nothing about this place was anything like what I expected. Below the sign was a thin brass card holder with a…
I have been asked to provide a female perspective about the Tech Team of our Ohio Valley Austin-Healey Club. My credentials? I’m a Healey wife who has observed this team at work. Now I can identify a transmission—when it’s out from under the car, that is. While I prefer things clearly labeled, these fellas thrive amongst…
