Berk765 wrote:Those cars are not my style. I prefer American Muscle cars.
Hi Berk, Co-incidental to this conversation here, yesterday, while driving north along Rt.11 in Upstate NY, one of these MGs was tooling right ahead of me for quite a while, during the afternoon. (I was reminded of the photos and talk here.) Its license plate said,"MG A 62". The top was down, and the driver seemd approx. in his 20's, with a great shock of black curly hair a-blowin' in the wind, as carefree and content as a man could be, it seemed.
Since I was perched a tad higher than he, right behind him, in my Mercedes Benz M350, he seemed - only to me, I am sure - like he was driving a
sidecar, without the accompanng motorcycle, he was seated so low and seemingly not attached to any significant motor. He seemed to have total control over his immaculate beauty becaue I never discerned him shifting gears whatsoever as we progressed, alternately slowly and then quickly, along the roadway, for quite a ways.
Having driven an MG B during a time I was in college, using it to go between campus, in Ohio, and home, in Pittsburgh, I enjoyed the car very much but sure wasn't even a novice at the shifting procedure required. Yet, my 93 yr old maternal grandmother enjoyed my picking her up in it to take her for several Springtime picnics of red wine, Genoa Salami, provolone, Italian bread, and black olives, on the grounds of the Heinz Chapel in Oakland, PA. She always said those excursions were among her best times ever. They were among my best too, though I was only in my very early 20's. Grandmother was the best, and the car did its best to make those top-down breezy days perfect.
Otherwise, in later years, personally, I have often had big dark sedans (and one '84 Trans Am w/ a "T" roof!!!)
Of course, American "muscle cars" are the greatest, too, IMHO. I sure would never turn one down! However, my favorite car of all time - the one I would try to buy if I ever hit a lottery - would be a 1962 Lincoln Continental 4-door convertible, in midnight-blue, inside and outside. The restrained lines are perfection, in my book. Hands down. Top down.
Murph