Postby healey36 » Sun Sep 29, 2013 12:34 pm
As teenagers my brothers and I were constantly bringing home various cast-offs from the motoring public. There was a steady stream of domestic makes, but at some point our tastes became somewhat more eclectic. Besides the obigatory experimentation with the VW Beetle, we quickly branched off into products of the mother country. MG's (A, B, Midget), Austin Healey (100-4, 3000, Sprite), Triumph (TR-250, TR-6, Spitfire, Stag), Sunbeam (Alpine), all paraded through our parents' garage. My father found great humor in all of it, commenting that we "spent more time laying under it than sitting in it", but even he had to look up from his evening paper when we drug home the E-Type (coupe, 2+2). My mother, on the other hand, was unhappy with the fact that the garage was frequently occupied by something that could only loosely be associated with a road-going vehicle, and that there was no space in there for her precious Buick Estate.
Haynes manuals were bibles. Local garages gave life-lessons in how to track down parts, as well as how to perform basic maintenance. They also helped us with some of the bigger jobs. Sadly most of those fellows are gone now, but the knowledge they gave us remains. You knew you had reached some level of basic competency when you could synchronize a triple-carb set-up using not much more than a couple of wrenches and a length of hose. Points and condenser...not too many folks today would even know what you're talking about. My Sprite has two sets...one in the distributor and one on the fuel pump.
For me, there is still nothing like a cool Fall day out in a two-place sports car. If it's vintage even better. It's about as close to sensory overload as I can get. The smell of old leather upholstry, the heat, smell and sound of the engine, the exhaust report, the feel of a non-synchromesh four-speed gearbox...it's all good.
And if you make it home without overheating, a fuel leak, a busted belt, or some other calamity, so much the better.