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Submitted by ByJohn Simpson ( @brother john ) My love affair with British cars began in 1953 when I was thirteen years old. One of the young men back from the Korean War had a 52 MGTD in his driveway, and that did it. It was lithe, lively, low, and sexy. I think it was that TD, and not the local girls,that first got my hormones churning. As priorities at my house were education, education, education, and as my Daddy (rightly) believed that cars would dilute my level of pursuit of things academic, I would forego ownership of a car until it was a practical necessity for my parents. Ownership manifested itself in a 47 Chevy four door, then a 50 Ford 4 door. Then I chanced upon a 54 MG-TF 1250 at a used car lot in Montgomery, AL while...

Submitted by: @DrEntropy Once upon a time, the fall of 1976 to be accurate, the young lady now known as my wife was the new-to-her owner of a British Racing Green,1967 MGB roadster. The engine was showing some signs of fatigue, a bit of the blue-smoke-of-death from the exhaust. My proposed solution was to acquire another engine, rebuild that and do a one day swap. This was agreed to and we learned of a unit for sale at reasonable cost in a nearby county. The dilemma was that we had no access to a vehicle capable of transporting the three hundred pound lump on short notice. The solution came in the form of her father’s Ford Fairlane station wagon, old but reportedly in good enough shape to do the job, just under one hundred miles to...