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I'm sure all of us have had the experience more than once of talking to someone who had a big Healey years ago. Often they can't exactly recall which 6 cylinder model it was, but they know they only paid $1,000 for it, rode it hard and put it away wet for several years, until they came to their senses. An old high school friend of mine told me this. I'd known he had some sort of Healey in college but never thought about it much until we caught up a few years ago. He now has an older Miata in his driveway he is saving for his daughter, and is perhaps a little envious of me now that my 100 is sort of on the road.
He was returning from school in RI in the winter. Ice and slush on the road. A van (probably with someone in it that didn't care for long haired college punks)roared past him and burried him with road crud. Half blinded, he wasn't going to let that go. He pulled out and passed the guy, and pulling in front of him threw his right arm over the seat back to flip the guy the bird (in those days people didn't react to that with gunfire). He was a little to zealous. Forgetting the short distance between the seat back and the plastic window of the top, he put his hand clean through the window (old and brittle even then). He only wishes he could have seen the look on the other drivers face when the gesture came smashing through the rear window. So much for revenge.
He was returning from school in RI in the winter. Ice and slush on the road. A van (probably with someone in it that didn't care for long haired college punks)roared past him and burried him with road crud. Half blinded, he wasn't going to let that go. He pulled out and passed the guy, and pulling in front of him threw his right arm over the seat back to flip the guy the bird (in those days people didn't react to that with gunfire). He was a little to zealous. Forgetting the short distance between the seat back and the plastic window of the top, he put his hand clean through the window (old and brittle even then). He only wishes he could have seen the look on the other drivers face when the gesture came smashing through the rear window. So much for revenge.