Thoughts over here.
I never owned a B, because I learned my lesson from my first car, an MGA — don’t buy a convertible.
There are people with hair who can manage convertibles, but I am not one of them. My hair looks bad enough without going through a seventy MPH uncontrolled blower. Or even slower, for that matter.
So I bought a 1967 (pre-emissions, pre-uglybumpers) MGB-GT. It got me through high school. I gave girls rides home in it. It was my preferred car for dates over my dad’s company-car GM behemoths. I loved it in many ways.
But it never got me laid. Sometimes, a car just isn’t enough.
My dad had an Autumn Gold MGB, his mid-life crisis mobile. I used to love to drive it, and it was indeed a chick magnet. The deep, throaty thrum of its little four-banger and the whine of the British Leyland reverse gear noise will stay with me forever…
English folk-rock icon Richard Thompson recorded a great ode to his MGB-GT, titled, unsurprisingly, MGB-GT. Check it out…
“But it never got me laid”
Should have gone for the convertible.
🙂 🙂 😎
Should have gone for the convertible.
I had an MGA and a Midget. They didn’t work, either.
Sometimes, a car just isn’t enough.
Yeah, but it helps if you have a big richard.
Nope, even that wasn’t enough. But I was probably too picky.