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Submitted by @healeygal - Sharon Tanihara Twenty-six years ago, right after I first got my Healey Hundred, I attended the WestCoast Meet in Eureka, California and had my picture taken with Donald Healey. At the time, Ifigured that experience would last me a lifetime and was content to spend the next couple ofdecades using the car around town or venturing out on short jaunts up and down the coast. Itwas only in the last couple of years (realizing that time is slipping by and the car was beginningto deteriorate to the point of being unsafe to drive) that I became active in a club, had workdone on the car to make her roadworthy, and gained a better understanding of what makes hertick. Me, my Healey and my shirt with picture of Donald...

Submitted by James Tworow ( @Sherlock ) The Austin-Healey roadster, whether you pick the 100/4, 100/6, 3000 or Sprite, is a well-loved and legendary sports car. When the 100/4 roadster was launched back in late 1953 it took the sports car world by storm. But what many don't know is that Donald Healey had been building cars for a number of years before that. Healey picked up some experience in the British automotive industry before World War II. After a number of years in rallying he worked one year for Riley in 1933 before jumping over to Triumph to become the chief engineer. When they went out of business in 1939 he moved on to Humber for the duration of the war. Then, just before the end of the war, he left Humber to set up his...

A Poem Submitted by @DaVinci Take yourself back to 1952, See the cars from Detroit drive through Kalamazoo, When the Army no longer needed tanks by the scores, They put on rubber wheels and gave 'em four doors. But someone remembered what a sportscar could be, He'd been building roadsters since he turned twenty three, And across the Atlantic on the old British Isle, Donald Healey decided to build cars with style. He stayed up in his workshop far into the night, Kept true to his dream 'til he got it just right, Watched Abingdon craftsmen, like a father's first born, Roll out his creation to the sun one fine morn. With a chirp and a growl, then a rock steady whine, She gave driver, creator, a heavenly sign, But the devil's own...