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MgKid1974
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Hi, my name is Greg and I just registered on the forums. Recently my dad has I guess you could say, 'handed down' his 1974 MGB to me as my daily driver to school and other things. Sorry if this post is real long, but I want to tell my story of how I first stumbled upon MGs.
For many years, I have been a big american muscle fan. My room is covered with pictures of olds 442s, mustangs, 'cudas etc. You get the picture, I am infatuated with cars. Plus not to mention my stacks of 5.0 and Car Craft Magazines. Until about a year ago my dads MG that was sitting in his mothers house 3000 miles away was nothing more to me than some funky british with a blown head gasket, broken water pump, dead coil etc etc. The one day he said that he was he shipping it out here to california because I needed a way to get to school. So yah, one day I come home from school and I see this orange foreign lookin car (at the time i didnt know the color was called blaze red)and my jaw dropped when I saw the MG emblem on the grill. I immediately sat inside it and I seriosuly felt like I was in the cockpit of a jet with all the knobs, switches. Everything was at my fingertips, unlike in a some of the newer mustangs where to shift from 4th to 5th you have to lean forward. It was something new to me, and i liked it. After about 6 months of picking at it bit by bit with my father, it roared back to life. First month of my license I put on something like 900 miles on the engine zipping on the mountain highways up to Julian and Palomar Mountain. Ok, thats enough for now, sorry if this post is too long/boring, just felt like writing about it.
For many years, I have been a big american muscle fan. My room is covered with pictures of olds 442s, mustangs, 'cudas etc. You get the picture, I am infatuated with cars. Plus not to mention my stacks of 5.0 and Car Craft Magazines. Until about a year ago my dads MG that was sitting in his mothers house 3000 miles away was nothing more to me than some funky british with a blown head gasket, broken water pump, dead coil etc etc. The one day he said that he was he shipping it out here to california because I needed a way to get to school. So yah, one day I come home from school and I see this orange foreign lookin car (at the time i didnt know the color was called blaze red)and my jaw dropped when I saw the MG emblem on the grill. I immediately sat inside it and I seriosuly felt like I was in the cockpit of a jet with all the knobs, switches. Everything was at my fingertips, unlike in a some of the newer mustangs where to shift from 4th to 5th you have to lean forward. It was something new to me, and i liked it. After about 6 months of picking at it bit by bit with my father, it roared back to life. First month of my license I put on something like 900 miles on the engine zipping on the mountain highways up to Julian and Palomar Mountain. Ok, thats enough for now, sorry if this post is too long/boring, just felt like writing about it.
