Cars and what they say about us?
Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 10:31 pm
I have always liked Morris Minors. Rather, since I've been aware of cars..... I remember when my older brother brought home a Series II convertible. I wanted one just like it. He bought an Austin Healey Sprite and sold the Ser II to me. Actuallly he gave it to me because it needed an engine! I had an engine from a wrecked 59 Bugeyed (Frogeyed) that I had removed after being in the wreck! (a story for another time)The AH engine was "tweaked", shaved Cyl. head, cam, larger carbs yada yada yada.. The Minor ran great! Such a fun car but only during summer in New England. It was certainly NOT a winter car! Long story short: the car did NOT survive a Massachusetts pothole!! Massachusetts is famous for swallowing small cars whole into a pothole! I was driving my MM recently and hit one and nearly pulled my sphincter at the sound of hitting one! The Sre II never made it more than a few inches from the pothole! The trunnion and lower arm were ripped out of the frame! I do wish I had repaired it but it ended up in a scrapyard! Mea culpa, mea culpa.........
Many years later my brother bought HJB800. Sadly he only had the 1952 MM for two short years before he passed away. He had a number of interesting cars and I inherited the MM. The other cars went to younger or older brothers. I remember driving the MM back to Massachusetts from Wisconsin in 1984 and thinking of how much Guy had loved the car. Perhaps it's only sentiment but I could "feel" Guy with me as I drove. I still believe that Guy's spirit is with me whenever I drive the car.
As an example of how Guy loved his little car I present this: When our oldest sister flew out to Wisconsin to visit him, Guy insisted that she drive the car from the airport. Claudette had never driven a "stick shift" car. He insisted that she learn. He was a great stick shift teacher! He taught my girlfriend / present wife how to drive stick in about one hour after I had tried for almost a week! Claudette did well and drove the 30 miles from the aiport to Guy's home! BTW: Claudette was/is a Catholic nun and seldom drove though she did have a license!
There are so many more stories about this one car that has brought so much joy and some sadness to a number of people. I hope I haven't bored the Members.
Happy Motoring!
Many years later my brother bought HJB800. Sadly he only had the 1952 MM for two short years before he passed away. He had a number of interesting cars and I inherited the MM. The other cars went to younger or older brothers. I remember driving the MM back to Massachusetts from Wisconsin in 1984 and thinking of how much Guy had loved the car. Perhaps it's only sentiment but I could "feel" Guy with me as I drove. I still believe that Guy's spirit is with me whenever I drive the car.
As an example of how Guy loved his little car I present this: When our oldest sister flew out to Wisconsin to visit him, Guy insisted that she drive the car from the airport. Claudette had never driven a "stick shift" car. He insisted that she learn. He was a great stick shift teacher! He taught my girlfriend / present wife how to drive stick in about one hour after I had tried for almost a week! Claudette did well and drove the 30 miles from the aiport to Guy's home! BTW: Claudette was/is a Catholic nun and seldom drove though she did have a license!
There are so many more stories about this one car that has brought so much joy and some sadness to a number of people. I hope I haven't bored the Members.
Happy Motoring!
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