Ok - well, it started in Salem Oregon one Sunday evening. 20 year old Bob trying all weekend to buy an MGB in Portland, to no avail. $1200 in my pocket. Stopped in Salem on the way home, at a Sambo's, and perused the local classifieds as we ate. Found a 64 right down the road. Made the call - dad was home - Junior was at college - come on over. Dad wants car gone. Price is $1600 or so. It's a beautiful white with red leather interior. I try to find flaws, finally resorting to a compression check, and low and behold, one cylinder is down about 40 lbs. I make the $1200 offer, explaining why. Dad calls junior, an argument ensues, and Finally....dad says "it's yours." I drive it through the darkness to Reedsport, and waking the next morning, immediately run a fresh compression check. It's all good! A sweet, sweet car I later sold in Redding, only to have the guy total it a week later. Fast forward, and it's Boise Idaho, I'm finally out of college, and I find a 67 overdrive B. Had that car several years - did engine rebuild, suspension tuning, all low buck, go better work - and of course nearly bested a Porsche for FTD at a local autocross. The members were impressed.
Now I've purchased again - some 50 years later - a 67 B with a 280Z 5 speed and a well built engine with Moss supercharger. Did look at one conversion - a Rover v8 - but it drove like a truck. Not saying that's true of all - but this one did.
And we're making memories again. On our maiden voyage in Larkspur, Co, after towing it 1000 miles, my wife ends up pushing me to a hill due to fuel pump failure. A buddy - a Healy guy - but you can't hold it against him - tows us the final stretch, backwards (cause it's got one of those front air dams)... in the dark.
Researching pumps, it seemed a good thing to rejoin the community. Looking forward to sharing, and learning.
Bob
Now I've purchased again - some 50 years later - a 67 B with a 280Z 5 speed and a well built engine with Moss supercharger. Did look at one conversion - a Rover v8 - but it drove like a truck. Not saying that's true of all - but this one did.
And we're making memories again. On our maiden voyage in Larkspur, Co, after towing it 1000 miles, my wife ends up pushing me to a hill due to fuel pump failure. A buddy - a Healy guy - but you can't hold it against him - tows us the final stretch, backwards (cause it's got one of those front air dams)... in the dark.
Researching pumps, it seemed a good thing to rejoin the community. Looking forward to sharing, and learning.
Bob
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