Randall,
My wheels, according to the fellow through whom I purchased the car, were put on the car new in 2006 or 2007. They are 60-spoke wire wheels, painted. I have to assume they have the safety bead.
Moreover, I feel certain the shop that did all the work on the car -- where they restore these cars, Jags, Allards, MGs, Morgans, etc. -- would have warned me to get new wheels were they unsafe.
I do mean the Pacific Coast Highway. I've only seen it in photos and movies. Your description gives me an idea of what it is really like, but I'm sure some of it is beautiful. As a kid in Tucson, Arizona, we always dreamed of driving the Pacific Coast Highway in a sports car.
Yes, clearly these little cars -- with not much protection and weak midships, narrow, low to the ground, no modern crumple zone, no airbags, a vunerable braking system, gas tank right behind the seats, etc., -- have a certain danger to them. That's why it is not my daily driver, and that's why I don't drive over 50 mph (better at 45) if I can help it. That's no certain protection, of course, but at least it gives me a fighting chance. I don't drive in the rain; I don't drive at night; I don't drive on the Interstate or other major highways. You'll only find me on the byways of this rural part of Virginia. On the other hand, my many friends who drive motorcycles are taking a far greater risk, in my estimation. And when I was a teenager and drove scooter in Tucson traffic, I always had the strong feeling that each drive would be my last (not even any helmets in those days).
To put this all in perspective, my wife rides horses: fox hunting and endurance riding. Here in western Virginia, chasing on horseback after foxes (actually 9.999 times out of ten it's a bear, or a coyote, or a deer and not a fox) up and down our steep hills, in rain and snow and ice and mud, jumping over fences and coops, makes riding in a Triumph a Sunday stroll in the park.
And for downright hair-raising danger, nothing can beat flying around eastern Europe in converted Soviet Tupolev Tu-16s. I always laughed when the stewardess gave her "safety" speel when we were taking off to cross the ice jammed Baltic Sea in the middle of winter and at night! Ha.
Darrell. Thanks for the photo. I've never seen my wheels with the tires off, so I can't confirm the safety bead, but I feel certain it is there.