Holy eff I almost wore my drink.:lol:

It was originally light yellow. My dad was restoring his Jaguar E-type, so painted the MGBGT to match it at the same time. His dad owned a body shop.

"86" is not a brand.

You know what he ment.

Another coincidence. Before the BGT I owned an E-Type Series 1 FHC. Repairs almost broke me. I still have a scar from changing the starter.

Sad to sell it, more women were attracted to that car than anything I've owned since. Lots of great memories when it was running (and stopping) properly. Here's its twin:

https://s16-us2.startpage.com/cgi-bi...4e6a17e65563f9

All it would take is a coat hanger, a few bends and a hot fire and it could be

I carried one of my dad's ball peen hammers in my car for several months to start my TR6.

One day I had a girl in the car and we had stopped at a convenience store to get some soft drinks. The starter was dead when we came back out. I said, "Hey, reach down between your legs there and grab that hammer."

She handed it to me with a rather concerned look and said, "What are you gonna do?!"

"It's all right. Just sit tight a minute."

She watched me walk around to the passenger side, lay on the ground, reach up underneath and give the starter a couple of technical taps. Started right up.

"That worked?!" she said. "I thought you were gonna start smashing it with the hammer!"

Later I got a hammer of my own to keep in the trunk so I wouldn't have to keep stealing my dad's hammers, even after I had replaced the starter. Always carry a hammer in your tool kit in the boot of your British car.

It was also handy to tap on the electric fuel pump, located back by the gas tank, to get it running for a few more miles - :thumbsup:


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And a flashlight.

My British iron seemed to break on rainy nights often due to Lucas "engineering".

Brings to mind the day I was on this road not too far from my house in CT, when Lucas smoke started rolling out from under the hood. I popped the hood open then started in on getting to the batteries underneath the back jump seat, when the neighbor keep yelling at me to get away from that car before it blew - :eyebulge:

I walked home and got my 1956 Ford PU (which always ran just fine) and towed that smoking puppy back home. Yep, drive it for an hour and work on it for an hour, repeat - :sigh:


humfrz

I learned that after the second 'forever' car. The first fell apart, and i sold it like a game of hot potato. The second, i just got bored with, and realized forever is way to long to be bored.

If all was right in the world it damn well would be. [emoji36][emoji12][emoji41]

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The way I see it. My car is paid off, has been put into a wall (track indecent), and stripped of most things that make it desirable for the average person. It owes me nothing and its value is far less than what I would be comfortable selling it for. When it gets retired from active track duty, it can sit in my shop and collect dust.