MyHusbandTheEngineer has a green car. He adoringly calls it a ’57 Austin Healey 100-6, BN4. I would turn it into a planter upon his demise, but he’s sunk too much money in it. The green car has no shock absorbers (“shocks” to the intelligentsia), radio (but you couldn’t hear it over the din of the …
(Authors note: This story is part fiction and part fact, the names have been changed to protect, well…me obviously.) Part One: Discovery It was a dark and stormy night…no it wasn’t either, it was a rainy Wednesday morning, really. March, 31st, 2004, look it up. I had just stopped by the heating and cooling repair …
The little car is off the ground On jack stands in the air. Where it spends a bit of time Waiting for repair. It could be brakes I have a hunch I just don’t know Let’s go to lunch! Somethings leaking Something failed, It’s always something But parts are in the mail. The clerks, my …
Whatever happened to that British Racing Green MG TC in the academy-award winning film, The Way We Were? 39 years later, I can tell you that it’s happily parked in my garage. Acquiring my MG TC At age 10 I saw a photograph of a 1947 MG TC. It was black, with chrome wire wheels, and red wheel wells. …
The travail of finding parts for a 1960 Jaguar XK150 It was a rare sunny day in Seattle, the clouds had all blown south to Oregon and I was free to take my Jag out for a ride. I lowered the “head” (top) and snapped the large bulky cover over the bulging material at the …
British sports cars were wired really, really weird. (Say it 5 times.) The earth was negative on every American car I had ever forced an 8-track tape player into, and I was sure that my skills could be applied with no less success on the Austin America I had just acquired. After all, it said …
One night as I was watching Letterman’s “Stupid Pet Tricks” and reading an old Peter Egan article “Speed Secrets of the Ultra Slow.” I was inspired and Stupid Sprite Tricks was born. These stories are dedicated to the things we and others have inflicted on our British cars. “What fools these mechanics be!” – William …
The 10W-40 Castrol dripping on my sweaty face added yet another dimension to the word ‘masochism.’ I’d been under my 1965 TR-4 for 20 minutes trying to deal with the infamous canister element oil filter. Would the gasket leak? Will I have to spend another five minutes taking the securing nut off that mile-long thread? …
Perhaps, he thinks she’s a toy. More, his playmate. Maybe, her diminutive size to his giant stature incites the Alpha strain in him. It could be that the attraction is in her guttural roar when the ignition key is turned. For whatever reason, our 170-lb Great Dane whose name is “Timi” has a special bond …
I was born in England on November 17, 1961 after a long labor which began the day before. Even though I was a blue baby (Iris Blue, to be precise). I was well enough to travel shortly thereafter. I left Southampton, England and went by sea to Madrid, Spain.
