Read about the Berkshire restorer who saw a heap of old iron in the bushes & realised it used to be a 1926 bullnose Super Sports & the seven year old boy in Norfolk Virginia who read a book called The Red Car & knew that one day he would have to have a TC & the Dutch boy who saw an MGB on his way to school & knew something similar. Theres the French boy aged nine whose nanan gave him a model kit to assemble & the USAF fighter pilot who saw his first MG in Britain during the war & was in love for ever. A Canadian took 32 years to restore his TA while a Swiss professor installed space-ship electronics in his TD. An aeronautical engineer was left some money & bought a 1929 18/80 Tourer that he thought had been restored. An Australian 17-year old happened across a second-hand MGB was done for speeding & lived happily ever after. A Swedish boy walked out one Sunday morning into the middle of an MG rally. Each of these & many more has a story. All the stories are different but the story tellers have something in common. They would all rather love
- & sometimes despair of
- a wonderful vehicle with faults in its character than have no feelings about one that has no character at all.