Do these things speak to bald guys with no mechanical experience? I'm another one. My BJ8 is my unrepentant attempt to recapture a youth I never had, just wish I had had.
Having had some British cars of lesser pedigree (minis,Marinas) when I was younger, I didn't have any illusions about total reliability when I bought the car. I prepared my then six year old daughter for "adventures", and the first time the two of us were out on our own, we broke down. She still talks about thumbing a ride to a gas station to borrow a screwdriver to bang the fuel pump, and thinks trips in the Healey are adventures, even if it's just to and from her soccer games.
My plan has been, and still is, to write cheques until I reach a point in life where time is not a luxury and I can take a basic auto repair course. I had the engine and overdrive rebuilt over the winter, and this summer the car has run great. We have done up to 100 mile trips without incident. In September, my wife will be away for a few days, and I am going to take my now 8 year old on a four day "Healey adventure", probably to Montreal, with two or three hours of driving per day. I don't have a network of Healey owners or repair shops to connect with, though I'm sure the local club could give me one, but I have a phone and a CAA card, and if we knew for sure we could get home on our own steam it would be less of an adventure. She can't stop talking about it. The guy that rebuilt my engine drove his '62 to San Antonio, 5400 miles round trip, without incident. Reason for confidence in these cars, I think.
Sometimes when I am driving around and go over a bunch of bumps and feel as though the car is about to fall apart see "rattletrap", I imagine the lower cost (ultimately) and greater confidence of a Boxster or a Z4...but on a smooth road, that exhaust sound is too incredible. You can't put a couple of third graders in the back of either of those, can you...and they never stop talking about riding around in the cool car. Those raised up little seats in the back (I put belts in) are an adventure in themselves for the kids.
My wife can drive the Healey and looks great doing it...she says it makes doing errands something to look forward to. She hates showy, flashy things, and the Healey is the perfect answer...the fun and performance of a roadster where only a few know the value and the envy is always also admiring, an appreciation by others of the touch of history you are preserving and the memories of more carefree times, when driving was not always about knowing what roads to use at what time to avoid being stuck in gridlock, and everyone wasn't ensconced in a giant armoured SUV.
Like some of the other contributors to this thread, I get no visceral pleasure from the thought of driving a Miata or some teutonic testament to reliable engineering. Yes, it's a disease, but how can you really have a relationship with something without flaws: may you never be cured!
Chris